Tuesday, August 4, 2020

August Amour


I took my own advice today
Taking my tea (or coffee) into the garden
and hardening my heart against never ending work..for a little😉


 ...until I saw buggy, blighty blooms that needed to be treated.


Oh well! It takes more than that to dampen the delights of August!!



Ah, sun-sweet, spicy scents stir senses; flower-founts spill thrills unchecked
Cricket crescendo commences; vibrato stubble-bedecked
Darling hazy days of summer loll beneath cicada’s drone
While we soak in heat-wavy ripples before gales chill to the bone

How satisfying is the underlying blend of dewy dust
It rouses in the poet’s pen an untamed yen of wonder-lust
While peaches drip and moments slip like diamonds dipped in Commonplace
And we just want to wander longer down lanes lost in Queen Ann’s lace

Oh wow, my, how Now's tug-of-heartstrings gets tangled in hollyhocks
Chicory, zinnia, sunflowers, lavender, dahlias and phlox
For summer’s flower-clock is ticking, stripping petals, purple, pink
Vexing visions of Expectation with Soft Echoes Snared in Ink

Then, drink in the delightful draught of laughter’s August afternoon
Let satisfaction drizzle daydreams like honey from blue-sky spoon
And put off for a winter’s while what summer’s sweep cannot afford
Lounge on a float of green-grass isle where living is its own reward

Be not dismayed at time not stayed by wishful thinking’s drawn-out sigh
Soon August will follow the fading footsteps of blink-wink-July
But take your tea into the garden; harden your heart against work
(Now and then) to hear elves giggle or find fronds where fairies lurk

August amour, you sure do steal the summer heart with rise and fall
Of heavens hugging horizons steeped in arrangements, estival
As we savour your ample samples slo-o-owly lest, alas, we missed
What plunked like plump plums into a mist-basket woven wisp by wisp

© Janet Martin



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