poetry for the poetic: 5

XV

we leaned into the last few shards of august's crisp edges

poetry was flowing from the finger tips of lovers

the sheet music was richer to flatter the coming season

my chest was swelling with gratitude for moments i'd been given

i sat amongst the gardens of no agenda - no needs

pulling the purity of the hour down with me

the thoughtless love of the undisciplined summer

inspired so many an unruly decree

words stacked up to vaulted ceilings

spring faded into the dust

snippets of ribbons lay strewn across my sewing table

the morning light illuminated my plans

i am flirty fall emotions

i am saturated heat

i am all at once wispy, strong, dedicated

i am here for the talk about fresh november snow

i am present for the calender change

i can feel and bear the duties of a patient participant

admiring the memories that bloom within me.