July....
some things
you cant change
July meant late
but she was ready
the afternoon\'s rain
left a damp breeze
which shuddered
across her bones
late was best
february was early
and wrap up warm
february skies were
early velvet teatimes
but no
July had everything
and sinking now
into her chair
there it was
before her
the only love
she held onto.....
.....the sunset