As my blooms found color anew,
The soft breeze stirred my petals just right,
As they were gently kissed by the morning dew.
‘Tis was a summer of dreamy skies,
With strangely fiery moonlight nights,
Every blossom found its sensuous solace
In a blushing dawn or the mystery of twilights.
Yet the winds of change softly beckon now,
‘Tis a time for me to bid adieu
To drown in the warmth of memories
To return next summer to your love anew…
(Wednesday wonderings and wanderings in my yard as the first whispers of a Fall kissed breeze touched my face and I found every flower had a story to tell.. Some new. Some old. Some timeless …)