August Treasures
Under the humid air
I sit, on my lofty rock and stare
as warm summer heat rises
I look toward the burning horizon
Butterflies dance by together,
enjoying the sultry August weather.
While nearby sprinklers twirl
and pinwheels whirl.
A breeze gently wisps across my skin
as birds fly by, weaving out and in.
Settling on a limb to rest and sing
before ruffling feathers and taking wing.
Bright with summer's flowers
Adorn my garden bower
with intoxicating smells
of magnolia, wisteria and bluebells
Some of August's simple treasures
brings the most delightful pleasures.
ALesiach © 07/26/2019
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