July arranges
much elemental slinking
mightily, mostly.

July: completed month.
Flowers blooming amidst red
lit nasturtiums trails.

July expresses
the juiciest tidbits worlds
ever might lacquer.

July tunes and tones
much patriotic fervo[u]r
worth better noting.

July arrogates
unto its blessed kinfolk
the latest insults.

July hasn't leapt
into many active parts
that convert blouses.

July keeps us bent
on Spoonerisms lanky
yet overly wrought.

July heavy mists
descending in the valley
isolating dreams

July never was
a month that waxed quite skittish
in the face of throbs.

July refuses
to stay all fired up longer
than any fresh threat.

July hot dreams stop
when torrential rain flows down
saturating all

July protracts much
of the apex of wishing
for solved elation.

Rain, and parched earth sighs,
drinks deeply and then exhales
its sweet loamy breath.

July issues answers
not ardently intended
to burn us badly.

And the July walks
In sunshine beside bright streams
Trickling light ripples

July fascinates
many of the world's experts
on wondrous weather.

July has raisins
heaped up in full readiness
for something peachy.

July brings fireworks
into several bright pictures
rabbits might redoubt.

July yields a sign
pointing toward some summation
this intricately.

Summer bides her time
in the meadow, in the trees,
whispering in the breeze.