For July
By Mildred Alpern
(1931-2023)
July’s a firecracker month
Explosions in the sky
Pinks and greens and silver beams
Streaming way up high
The oohs and ahhs are heard each time
A new sky pattern appears
But then it fades in darkest night
Lost souvenirs
In contrast to the evening stage
Daylight has its show
When butterflies flit about
In gardens all aglow
July’s pallet is a masterpiece
Delight in the month’s rich array
Of color wonders that never cease
In performance art night and day
Mildred Alpern began the Calendar-Poem Project in January 2023, sending us a poem and photographs at the beginning of each month, capturing its essence. She died unexpectedly in April at the age of 92, but had finished the project, we learned from her son, Spenser Alpern, who has been kindly sending us his mother’s work. Read the other Calendar-Project poems here. And read about Mildred Alpern here.
See you in August, Mildred.
Thank you, Mildred. Much appreciated in this odd and disturbing time.
That’s lovely. Thank you.