On the wings of birdsong
Travels sweet July

The world takes
A refreshing deep breath with
Suitcases rolling

It ponders crisp thoughts
Made of freshly ironed
White linen and
Flowers pinned to
Wide brimmed hats

Each rock in the forest
Blade of grass in the park
Or shell on the beach
Speaks a language of love
Carried through tart
Sips of iced lemonade
And joy scooped high
In sugared waffle cones

Hurry, it’s already late
Life has begun
And as the lazy dawn
Wipes its sleepy dreams away
Bustling mornings steps in
In medias res
Politely quiet about the blazing
Grin of a midday sun

Come
Hop on a cheery
Red bike of hope
And move your own mountain
On the waltzing
Butterfly wings of summer

Life’s farmer’s market is open
With a fresh catch of the day
Just five bucks a pound

Everything is possible
In July