Temporary Delights
The eternal feeling of warm lazy Sundays in June
The gift of a chair in the shade of the draping Willow
on a hot August afternoon. To enjoy the gardens’
giving glory is like heaven sent to earth. The succulent
juiciness speaks of temperate days all gold. There are
reasons why it is said that your peachy complexion
blushes with sweetness. That a roses’ dewy promise
holds love in its’ hand. Buds overflowing with beauty
found in abundance over the untrimmed arbor.
We lease your essence by the hour after your birth.
For you are gone too quickly from our hungry grasp.
No lasting possession do we have of your glorious bounty.
Only the taste of the peach and the smell of the rose
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2019
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