
Late August
icy warmth of late August
the wind has quenched the fires
of ephemeral dandelions,
beryl drops of blood
trickle down the boughs,
return
to their invisible roots —
the cambric air is drenched in
honeysuckle fragrance,
stealthy leaves
flavescent
among the pink petals.
D. G. Vachal Β© 2013, 2024
Image by Jesper Norkenborg @pixabay
Like? Love… as always! πellen
Thank you so much, Ellen! I’m elated that you love this piece! xoxo Dee
Yes, Dee, I do!! As with all your poems. π€ππ½
As I love your writing too, Ellen!
Thank you!ππ½
My pleasure! β€οΈ
Thank you Dee. Good poetry, my friend. Painting word pictures. One can almost feel the atmosphere and fragrance. Toward a new season… (Thanks for reading. I appreciate it.) Blessings
Thank you for your kind words on my poetry, RJ. Likewise, I learn so much from your teachings and I am blessed. Have a blessed weekend, my friend.