july by henrietta cordelia ray (1849 - 1917)
sunshine and shadow play amid the trees
in bosky groves, while from the vivid sky
the sun's gold arrows fleck the fields at noon,
where weary cattle to their slumber hie.
how sweet the music of the purling rill,
trickling adown the grassy hill!
while dreamy fancies come to give repose
when the first star of the evening glows.
Are these sunflowers in New York? Ours are not blooming yet. I like the poem, it goes well with the hot days.
ReplyDeleteYes! They were in the garden on La Guardia Place. It's next to a supermarket and three large apartment buildings. Isn't it a nice poem for July?
DeleteYes, very pretty.
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