July

One time I met a girl

Who was a burning ball of light

She glowed with endless energy

From morning through till night

Her skin glittered with freckles

And her hair was plaited gold

And I decided I would like to be

Like her when I grew old

See, every room she entered

Soon became a little brighter

And you'd be warmed right to the soul

Just standing close beside her

She made it feel like summer

Even when the sky looked bleak

And she could thaw your winter

With a kiss upon your cheek

And people asked why I would want

To follow in her glow

And I was always stunned

That they just didn't seem to know

'Cause why would I be winter

When I could be warm July?

What a gift to be the sunshine

In another person's sky

Thanks for walking through the gardens with me this August evening before the rain. I am a bit late to be fully synched with the poem. It's called July and is by Becky Hemsley