August
Garden scents:
Impatients, Marigolds-
the tincture
of September-
the multi-colors of the Rose;
wild blooms;
the Tulip,
rooted as deep as Fertility;
the Lilacs,
the Lily..
the aromas of a Summer Dusk..
with moth wings,
the tints
of a brightening cloudy Dawn,
that circle
the man-made
light of the soft dandelion-gold
house lamplight
of the 'Morn.
The stirring of the senses,
a flooding,
sugar-sweet,
that cloaks her dove colors;
leaks, to drain
the obese
blanche sweaty skin, so her sea
will rise, roar.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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