I pluck them between the hour of twilight
breathing in their fragrance sweet
having only to break into the halting buds
to feel summer stretch along cloudless skies

To fleeting time and wanton sighs
scattered upon flushed and nodding grass
this heart’s no longer a stranger
to the visage upon a sea of glass

How can I silence the soul in me
so as to tremble not before a whistling river
torn between echo of conscience and time’s
most devastating smile, I glide

I thread my way through the faithful field
knowing to crush our woes is to dismiss the pain
at length the stars reciprocate with praise
for courage to summer and wild musings taste

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Posted for ‘Tuesday Platform’ @ Real Toads

& Posted on ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United

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