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July 31, 2015

goodbye, july

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We had a little love affair, you and I,

lazy days and sultry nights,

with extra time

to enjoy each other’s company.

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I’m going to miss you, July,

but I’ll always remember

our month of smiles.

xoxo

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July 29, 2015

the lace of light beneath the poplar tree

And the trill of cedar waxwing, waiting.

Elderberry promises and grasshoppers, whirring.

A washed-out too-hot sky

above a jungle of my own making.

Leaves whisper-weaving tall tales

into the story of summer’s progression.

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July 27, 2015

lazy lobelia

lobelia, summer, flower, lazy

Summer’s heat has arrived, a bit late and slightly disheveled.

Tomatoes begin to grow, mosquitoes rule the land,
and the garden fades from peak to tattered.

I read and I write and sit beneath the sky.

July has been the most social month
I’ve had in a long time.

My mind seeks the quiet place of August,
the too-hot, too-tired, used-up shadows,
where there is still time to bloom
if you can take the sun.

Lobelia and zinnias and
sunflowers.

The bold flowers.

We’ll grow together.

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July 24, 2015

morning kisses…

and dew drop earrings

gentle breezes

and moonlight

casting shadows

on the path

of summer’s

journey

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July 22, 2015

summer, squared

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time, divided

between

life and love

work and leisure

bloom and wither

song and silence

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hope, multiplied

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July 20, 2015

open-faced

and big-hearted

July 17, 2015

painting poems in fields of glory

beneath a sky that knows no bounds

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wishing you a weekend filled with light

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July 15, 2015

all in a day’s work

open and bloom

breathe and expand

exalt and embrace

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July 13, 2015

pretty in pink, again

In a morning already hot and filled with sunshine.

We take what we get this year, every other day seems to be rainy, but I spent much of the weekend outside beneath the sky and the crazy dueling song of two mockingbirds.

Solace and solitude for a slightly tired soul.

I read for nine hours Saturday, outside in the shade and then inside late into the night. It was an escape into another world, one I would never want to live in, but a fabulously told story just the same: The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. I love a book that removes me from my life and transports me to another, a book that lets me believe, even for a few short hours, that I have traveled somewhere new.

And I love these mornings filled with open windows and happy birds, bare feet and tea with roses.

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Wishing you a week filled with love.

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July 10, 2015

gentle as a softly falling rain

comes the bloom of change

and the blush of age

and the sweet silent smile

of remembering

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