Truly July

The month of July coming to life

July came down on wheels of flames,

Hot and shimmer, her aggressive claims,

Stung my suspended eye,

With waves of steam and a sizzling cry,

These dog days pass like loose words,

Flying high and ruthless like the birds,

Each with only faint expression,

None leaving with lasting impression,

I find myself scattered among the green,

Lost and hidden in every scene,

No, July knows me better, I’m sure,

It’s where my year starts, new and pure.