the summer heat
dries the dandelions to white whiskered heads
peppermint leaves scatter
their fragrances across fences & empty husks
lilacs and forget-me-nots
are swaying to blues, bees & birdsongs
my room is filled with long
fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass
i drink the darkness
at last, slurping its cold sweet juice
the moon is young
flower breaking out from its silver seed
with the stars & bright planets in sky
my dreams are teal, my words are nectar
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Your poems never fail to feed my soul ... never. I completely sank into this one.
ReplyDeleteI love the life we live these days... never far from nature. We still have no summer heat, but it's bright and lovely and the lilacs are bursting in bloom.
ReplyDeleteI like the sway to "blues, bees & birdsongs".
ReplyDeleteI love this so much, Grace, it appeals to all the senses: the dandelions dried to white whiskered heads, the fragrance of peppermint, the forget-me-nots – have you secretly visited my garden? What a wonderful image you have painted with the room ‘filled with long / fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass’.
ReplyDeleteThis was last night for me:
ReplyDelete"i drink the darkness
at last, slurping its cold sweet juice"
It's nice when heat returns in the day, but nights belong to the cold. Very sense-pleasing poem.
Absolutely beautiful! I smiled at the white whiskered heads on the dried dandelions....a clever and oh so perfect way to describe them! :)
ReplyDeleteI can tell you are ready for summer! Love the great images.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great line...
my dreams are teal, my words are nectar
Yes, that last line is exquisite...your poetic words are nectar, Grace.
ReplyDeleteI think we went from a cold spring to the heat of summer in a matter of days. The dandelions are indeed dried and turning into wispy seeds of dreams. You have capture the last few days.
ReplyDeletewith the stars & bright planets in sky
ReplyDeletemy dreams are teal, my words are nectar
Peaceful blue dreams accompanied with sweetness of nectar. A great closing Grace!
Hank
This is like the height of life 60s kind of poem that I image Laura Nero singing.
ReplyDeleteAn awesome tribute to Summer. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteSuch a fragrant hover at cusp of summer. Loved it ... Brendan
ReplyDeleteThere is a gentle, calming tone to all of this.
ReplyDeleteAll the very best of images from nature~
ReplyDeleteAll the above and more- pure sensuality shaped by the gentlest touch into a pure summers day.
ReplyDeleteSuch great imagery, so vivid, down to the very last line. Good work Grace.
ReplyDeletePat
Vivid and beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteA marvelous string of impressions, with the couplets leading from the details of the world to the charms of dreaming under the moon. SK
ReplyDelete"my dreams are teal, my words are nectar"..great finish!
ReplyDeleteA masterful and fragrant poem!
JIM