July...soon August...

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

'The Line Storm' by J. Steuart Curry, 1935

From the poem 'A Year's Windfalls'

On the blast of scorched July
Drives the pelting hail,
From thunderous lightning-clouds, that blot
Blue heaven grown lurid-pale.
Weedy waves are tossed ashore,
Sea-things strange to sight
Gasp upon the barren shore
And fade away in light.

In the parching August wind
Corn-fields bow the head,
On low hills outspread.
Early leaves drop loitering down
Weightless on the breeze,
First fruits of the year's decay
From the withering trees.

by Christina Rossetti (1830-94)
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