Wednesday, July 12, 2017

July ~ When The Hours Are So Still That Time Forgets Them

From Totus Tuus:
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 is July.
When the hours are so still that time
Forgets them, and lets them lie
'Neath petals pink till the night stars wink
At the sunset in the sky,
It is July.
  -Susan Hartley Swett
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1 comment:

julygirl said...

The poets can try to make July romantic but all that comes to mind with July is heat, bugs and all that comes with that.