July
by Susan Hartley Swett
When the scarlet cardinal tells
Her dream to the dragonfly,
And the lazy breeze makes a nest in the trees,
And murmurs a lullaby,
It’s July.When the tangled cobweb pulls
The cornflower’s cap awry,
And the lilies tall lean over the wall
To bow to the butterfly,
It’s July.When the heat like a mist veil floats,
And poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver note in the streamlet’s throat
Has softened almost to a sigh,
It’s July.When the hours are so still that time
Forgets them, and lets them lie
Underneath petals pink till the night stars wink
At the sunset in the sky,
It’s July.

July, by Susan Hartley Swett
When the silver note in the streamlet’s throat /
Has softened almost to a sigh, /
It’s July.
Beautiful poem to describe midsummer time!
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We thought so as well. Worth sharing for sure. 🙂
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