August Days

Bonnie-blue stars

litter these country roads now

as if showered from the sky.

Chicory

confetti strewn about

from Summer's latest celebration.

The tired lilies have left the party already

(it's just too late for them)

bowing out for the brash new wave -

white Lace parasols everywhere

mixed with glints of gold and yellow

(catching the last of the season's rays)

here to see (to be) the show.

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jolly blackandbluebird

i love your imagery so much. all of your poems are so visual and sensory, its fantastic.

I always like to hear they resonate with someone else. Thanks so much for commenting.