Shifting away from June's bud to leave dandelions scattered in the yard this dawn of July marks the end of a lie a lie from the past season for a strong reason. In July robin will make herself shy and cover her reddish breast with her celestial bird crest then flap her wings to fly close against the sky. I want to kiss July and make July lasting forever in beauty but not ephemeral. I will preserve July on my canvas and with magic brush so that she will be enthralled and blush. I will paint July with charming colour so that she will be captured in delight and her soul enraptured because my heart is in July.
"We go in withering July to ply the hard incessant hoe; panting beneath the brazen sky we sweat and grumble, but we go."