How ’bout this? First day of July and I’m posting the next part of the poem! This deserves a pat on the back. So go ahead! Pat yourself on the back.
Anyways, here’s the next part in the “Twelve Months” poem series. As usual, I’ll post all the links to the previous posts (which I recommend refreshing up on) and encourage you to leave any comments that come to mind. Enjoy!
Part 1: https://jrunderdown.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/twelve-months-part-1/
Part 2: https://jrunderdown.wordpress.com/2012/03/02/twelve-months-part-2/
Part 3: https://jrunderdown.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/twelve-months-part-3/
Part 4: https://jrunderdown.wordpress.com/2012/05/13/twelve-months-part-4/
Part 5: https://jrunderdown.wordpress.com/2012/06/08/twelve-months-part-5/
July-she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.
She comes and leaves like a soft sprite,
Yet in her wake fire comes alive;
It fills the skies and downward dives.
Hastily everyone runs to vacation,
Before the window of rest closes for good.
All seek out a secret location
To relax as they feel they should.
But as the last seconds pass on,
Before the summer is all gone,
The tired feeling comes to bear
As the month recedes without care.
Can the 12 months be revived once more?