Dennis Spilchuk Poet Quatrain

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The Sunny Month of July

The Sunny Month of July

She skips from me in a playful romp
Among the fields, yellowy plump.
Her laughter echoes sprightly alive
In the sunny month of July.

To the chase, I engage in play
And call out her name, beckoning, “Wait!”
Yet she lights on her feet—proceeds,
‘Til my breath pause, but I am happy.

Then, she reverses and saunters towards me
With the russet earth on her feet.
Her spirit precedes her arrival,
Rendering comfort ever so cordial.

These days of sky-blue deep and white-cloud fleece
Bring rapturous joy I wish wouldn’t cease.
Fondly, we frolic and bide our time
In the sunny month of July.

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 8, 2020 at 2:28 PM Hello Denis Spilchuk, oh so romantic Denis. You have really set the scene for romance. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu July 11, 2020 at 10:35 AM Hello Denis Spilchuk, You are so welcomr my friend. Enjoy your day my friend. Dennis Spilchuk July 10, 2020 at 11:00 AM Thank you Darlene for such a wonderful comment.

Arturo Michael July 6, 2020 at 12:41 PM A lovely write down memory lane...a magical time indeed... Dennis Spilchuk July 7, 2020 at 4:42 PM Thank you for leaving a comment.