Atop capricious skies of gray,
July waits with flickering tongue
to melt plants water-fat with June rains
and desiccate hardy lichens.
The earth reacts naturally
beckoning hues of rich color
to adorn larkspur and lavender
in renaissance blue and purple.
The deep green of summer leaves
hide raspberries and cherries,
but not their ripening odors
from children, wasps and hungry black crows.
I prefer the cooler days
away from the blistering heat,
but you might want the summer flames
to ripen deeper fantasies.
Until we meet again on our journey around the spiraling year, may your summer be filled with peace and plenty. ~ Patricia