frosty stars are out
pink moon wanders into night
with its fragrancies
summer's chasing fall
in its ripe, lonely old age
they'll dance at the ball
both dressed up in hues
blending the old with the new
wind whistles weather
mars watches redly
far from a pink robin's tune
purple skies fade soon
It is twelve fifteen and the sun is blazing orange!
Hummingbird's on the bloom and the sky is in the lake,
Cream clouds are moving slowly across a baby blue day,
Purple martin is on the wing and children are laughing.
It's just past noon and the butterflies are fluttering,
The deer are running swiftly in the tangled green wood.
It is just past noon and fragrancies are drifting far;
An abundance of wildflowers are abloom in yonder meadow.
It is midday summertime and intense heat is coming on!
Down the path she goes in lipstick eye makeup and rouge,
Coolly she is smiling quite unperturbed by the deluge.
Summer was lush when Harry came home;
And birds sang among southern trees.
Here at last, and no more to roam,
So, we danced in bloom fragrancies!
When Harry came home, days were lazy;
And all sultry were the nights!
When Harry came, fields of daisies;
And butterflies on vivid flights!
When Harry came home, the blues were playin';
And bees were blossom to blossom.
When Harry came, gossipers were sayin',
And the plum sunsets were awesome.
When Harry came home, he whirled me 'round,
The while the whole world spun!
When Harry came, trees sang with sound,
As blooms nodded in their oblivion.
When Harry came home, days were longer;
And day and night, frogs croaked.
When Harry came, the season was younger,
And sweetest sensations were evoked.
Like an ancient garden,
paths intertwined
thoughts of man
cover the ground
roses bloom
stand the test of time
weeds unwanted also there
take their place
tho no one cares
fragrancies fill the air
each one
bearing its own gift
some more pleasing,
easy to adore
others lying bare.
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