Dear July,

Not quite gone

still here

in and out

you have been

with your summer colors

your coat of greens

yellows and orange

reds

and yes 
even lovely gray

a good thing

and yet

I have cursed your

early morning mists

as I have loved your

night's chill

We have yet

to make friends

and clasp our hands

together 

in celebration of summer

I wonder if you

will fulfill your promise

of years gone by

I guess it doesn't matter

I have all of

the Yesterdays

of your loveliness

your goodness

and bounty
and that should be

enough to keep me

through the days

and dark nights to come

We have been good friends

you and I July

it just seems a little

different this year

but then

I am not the same

from year to year

and why should you be
I look out and see
the chartreuse and red
that filters in
through the window 
as we eat
I wonder how 
I can fault you, July
you bring unexpected gifts
and teach me 
that it is a gift to be alive

And, I have your yesterdays
Dear July

best and with love, e.

Sabled

with shoe button eyes

exquisite hands

question marked tail

tidy, tiny

Saturday's gift

Filed in my heart

under U

Unexpected Joy

see also F

Filled to the Brim Bursting.

best, e.

III Prayer

Give me a little less

with every dawn:

colour, a breath of wind,

the perfection of shadows,

till what I find, I find

because  it's there,

gold in the seams of my hands

and the night light, burning.

John Burnside

best, e.

Morning Glories

Shadows

Fence Lace

best, e.

Dilly Dilly

Sheared and Sheaved

Come deep December

when I slide out the drawers,

pull open closet doors,

or spread clean linens

on the bed,

I will remember the sweetness

of this Summer Saturday.

best, e.

Garden

Goose Necked

Entwined

Whorled and Bejeweled

Stickled and Furred

I should have added,

Chewed.

I don't know what small creature

is making a banquet out of our garden.

Whatever/Whomever,

will need to consider joining

Weight Watchers.

Wishing all a good end

to another week.

How they fly by!

best, e.

Crocosmia

Sounds like a lizard or a mini dragon

you would have as a pet...

scaly skin, dry breath

and beady eyes,

count slowly to ten

and the eyes open,

count slowly to ten

and the eyes close..

moving from one place to another,

half a life time away..

your minute is his hour..

Little Lucifer

in his glass enclosed house,

decorated with bleached wood,

sand and a small desert plant.

Nope. Not a lizard,
but a brilliant flower.

best, e.