Clouds of July

It's been a cloudy, flat July Confined by brittle yellow grass Crooked fingers of tattered brass Misty draped mornings, damply dry A breath of heat escapes the chill To stir dull blooms, waxy and still Void of colors of butterflies From edges of my eyes pass through Memories in orange and blue Summer rays in meager supply Warm rain thinly dabs the willow Barely touching branches below Til grace of evening stars comply by length of lavender twilight Reviving my soul with delight It's been a cloudy, flat July Misty draped mornings, damply dry Void of colors of butterflies Summer rays in meager supply Til grace of evening stars comply 7/26/20 Entered in 'Constanza - Old or New' contest Judged 09/05/20