This August


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.


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