The rise and the fall

Another season’s turning

Ripen on the vine

That is the year twenty three

And two-thousand new vintage

July is made for

Hammocks hanging between trees

Swaying to and fro

Gently with the summer breeze

Dappled in sunny splotches

It will be summer,

Before I see you again.

One full rotation.

Do you still have your smile lines?

Or have they turned to sorrow?

An iris in bloom,
No introduction needed,
Just your attention.
Behold! The most beautiful!
…for beauty is in the eye…

Summertime sadness,
Is a beautiful thing that –
You will never know.
Forgive me for not being
Able to see life without.