Monday, July 22, 2013

A Warm Day in July

The year is half o'er
when enters July,
Demure in her manner, 
sweet, gracious and shy.


Casting bright mellow warmth
over mountain and rill, 
And the last rose of summer
that's lingering still.


There is no fairer day
nor radiant sky
Than is found in the keeping
of blissful July.


For it's then that the larkspur
and buttercups bloom; 
Then songbirds sing best
and the world is in tune.
The air then is balmiest, 
trees are the greenest,
Flowers are prettiest
and life is serenest.
Then together midyear and 
midsummer pass by.
Oh, lackadaisical soulful July.
~Ruth Hathaway Miller

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