Sunday, July 7, 2019

Sunday Sentiments - .01

When the scarlet cardinal tells
Her dream to the dragon fly,
And the lazy breeze makes a nest in the trees
And murmurs a lullaby,
It is 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 is July.

When the heat like a mist veil floats,
An poppies flame in the rye,
And the silver not 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 Swettn

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