Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry
Last week the tomatoes were young,
Too sour for pinking,
This week they’re juicy in tongue,
July is leaving.
Last week the sun was steaming white,
Life was cooking,
This week the heat is hazed in sight,
August is coming.
Gone, standing ovation,
Done, summer vacation,
After all, tomorrow is another day,
Time to sail uncomfortable thoughts away !