Mid-July 07

Mid-July 07. For any who may be interested, 'Mid-July' 2006, is  typed under this one.

Well, summer, so far, has worked hard this year,
To ensure that we're not baked to death, all;
In spite of global warmth, there's been no peer;
Whether we so deserve, time may recall.
True, there have been a few floods serious;
Sad for those suffering loss and damage;
A period for feeling some remorse,
To reflect on what we yet may salvage.
Let's hope this might be of short duration;
A bulwark against future tragedy;
Enabling a sort of sure foundation,
Facilitating, these such, to foresee.
This July seems a blessing and a curse;
That grateful we maybe, hasn't been worse.

Seasonal Sonnet Memory Lane. This Mid-July, was first posted into Allpoetry on: 18 July 2006.

Tiny acorns oaks, small cups, are bringing.
The hay-mows swaths are now well under way.
The sight of quite large dragonflies winging,
Is not a sight unusual today?
Wild cherries, in fruit, if them you're finding;
Both red and bright black globes are there to pick.
Jet-hued beetles, across hot roads, scuttling;
Such hard shiny bodies, they almost click.
Foxglove blooms, by hollyhocks, are replaced.
Sleek yellow-tapered wasps are now about.
Flutt'ring butterflies clasp the meadow's waste;
Those, its hair-like grass scarce could do without.
Do not many find that this mid-July,
Is exulting in a scorching blue sky?