Oh JULY, WE BARELY KNEW THEE!!

                                                                     

The last gasps

Of this Dog-Day month

Applaud its

  Splendid hues...

 

The Black-Eyed Susans'

Petals 'swell':

There's gold among

The mews...

In twelve weeks

We'll spy pumpkin patches,

Frost beneath their vines;

As Earth prepares

Its future feast

Of burnished,

Clement wines...

poem by L.P.-G.  /   7-2023

WOOF !! The Dog Days Have Arrived !

                                                         

When I was a teenager, the above pic is what "DOG DAYS" meant to me. My dog's name was Gittle and she loved summer as much as I did...

Summer will ALWAYS be 

my favorite time of year !!

EVER HAVE AN ICE-PICK HEADACHE?

poem by L.P.-G