July Comes With Her New Fancy Dress Comments

Irony hides under the skin of this most unusual poem which cleverly personalizes the month of July. Our July is wrapped in fog today and promises to give us all the rain we were denied during our January summer. Yours is probably hot and sticky. Reading one of your poems is like putting my hand in a lucky dip. I never know what little treasure I'll find. Love, Allie x x x x

Even though this is not my favorite month, Happy July, Nimal. A wistful little poem. I wish America a happy birthday. Freedom cannot be overestimated.My best to Dave. Warmest regards, Sandra