THE
LAST SUMMER-NOTE THE
CICADA SINGS…
I
Fat gladiolas wave and bow
To black-eyed Susans’ lacy knots:
And in this summer scene of theirs
Are peridots and lady-bugs,
To black-eyed Susans’ lacy knots:
And in this summer scene of theirs
Are peridots and lady-bugs,
Marigolds and August hugs;
Fields of sunflowers whose essence stands
Fields of sunflowers whose essence stands
The test of time
in
“Autumn’s hands”.
II
They meet, they greet
‘mid bumblebees,
Alive in space on pollened-wings;
Parading nectar’s polished grace,
Two flowery locks come face-to-face
I’ll always praise the joy it brings:
That last summer-note the cicada sings…
(Yet fall will claim its final fling)
Oh August!!
Copyright
2013
Poem
written by Lisa Porter-Grenn
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