September In July
Behind a night of thunder
and near constant jagged slashing
of voltage in the millions—
behind the awe-inspiring wonder
at the weight of water mashing
blades of grasses in the zillions
and the flowers, leaf and stalk—
behind the impulsive fury
of Good Nature acting badly,
(it was the subject of much talk!)
came a dawn that any jury
called upon would verdict gladly,
with no shadow of a doubt,
to be as clear and humid-free
as any cool September day.
Only Nature has the clout,
good or bad whichever must be,
to make Fall of a July day.
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