The last gasps
Of this
Dog-Day month
Applaud its
Splendid hues...
The Black-Eyed
Susans'
Petals 'swell':
There's gold
among
The mews...
In twelve
weeks
We'll spy
pumpkin patches,
Frost beneath
their vines;
As Earth
prepares
Its future
feast
Of burnished,
Clement
wines...
poem by L.P.-G. / 7-2023
When I was a teenager, the above pic is what "DOG DAYS" meant to me. My dog's name
was Gittle and she loved summer as much as I did...
Summer will ALWAYS be
my favorite time of year !!
Nonetheless,
Happy Birthday !!
The day you graced
This very world
Was
never marred by pain;
The roses nodded
softly
In
the misty summer rain...
Your eyes so wide, so very blue,
Signed off to solstice skies;
The year was 1992,
Just weeks before July...
June's breath was precious,
I
recall:
Such memories never wane;
Oh how these earthly
Times fly past!
[To
stop them is in vain]...
For my son/poem by LPG
