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