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.