This August

 Fresh like autumntoo much rain garden heaveswith green rampant blossomsbob their blousy heads detonating petalswhite & pink to float away. Too much greentrees are lowering over me sun a faint thimblebouncing light on sleeping lids. I dream of distantseas, aqua blue lost beaches &a sun that heats blood & boneto burning. Here augustjust begins lilies pink withpollen heads & yet the morninglight, hides, season’s change whispers winter’sbut a breath away & waiting.