Fresh like autumn

too much rain

 

garden heaves

with green

 

rampant blossoms

bob their blousy heads

 

detonating petals

white & pink

 

to float away.

 

Too much green

trees are lowering

 

over me

 

sun a faint thimble

bouncing light

 

on sleeping lids.

 

I dream of distant

seas, aqua blue

 

lost beaches &

a sun that heats

 

blood & bone

to burning.

 

Here august

just begins

 

lilies pink with

pollen heads

 

& yet the morning

light, hides,

 

season’s change

 

whispers winter’s

but a breath away

 

& waiting.