Late July 07

Early July 07. For any who may be interested, 'Early July' 2006, is typed beneath this one.

At last seems the summer to have burst through;
Beaming, anew, is the July's bright sun;
By, slow-sailing boat, perchance it did come;
Almost, in a way, from out of the blue;
Some supplementary warmth to accrue.
It's sometime yet before summer is done,
Haps, having the gold of the harvest won;
Prior to winding the thread of its clew.
True, a few showers have, here and there, been;
Redeeming potato plant flowers small.
Often swift terns over the river's sheen,
Do utter their shrill, sharp, staccato call.
Red cherries, ripened, has sturdy wild gean.
Increasingly seen, green wheat, now grown, tall.

Seasonal Sonnet Memory Lane. This 'Early July', was first posted in Allpoetry on: 3 July 2006.

Bearded barley is, for the harvest, gold;
Wheat, only an odd ear, amongst the green.
Potatoes, wide-flowering, can be seen.
At least, where auto-sprays have been enrolled;
Sprinkling their, misty drenching, waters cold.
Orangey Gatekeepers, grey Ringlets lean,
Not far from shaded lanes, the grasslands glean.
With Meadow Browns they often converse hold.
Infrequent Painted Lady comes to view;
A migrant from the sunny south is she.
Tough, terse-leaved beeches, matted masts, renew.
Clumps of ball-bobbled clovers we can see.
Fast-frisking rabbits, at least, a fleet few,
Frolicking, in woods, by many a tree.