Clouds of July
It's been a cloudy, flat July
Confined by brittle yellow grass
Crooked fingers of tattered brass
Misty draped mornings, damply dry
A breath of heat escapes the chill
To stir dull blooms, waxy and still
Void of colors of butterflies
From edges of my eyes pass through
Memories in orange and blue
Summer rays in meager supply
Warm rain thinly dabs the willow
Barely touching branches below
Til grace of evening stars comply
by length of lavender twilight
Reviving my soul with delight
It's been a cloudy, flat July
Misty draped mornings, damply dry
Void of colors of butterflies
Summer rays in meager supply
Til grace of evening stars comply
7/26/20
Entered in 'Constanza - Old or New' contest
Judged 09/05/20
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