Lazy Afternoons in August
Lazy afternoons pour like
molasses through open windows.
On these fading days the breezes,
sheets of seaglass almost crackling,
slide through the willowed screens.
As they settle, they breathe
the gentle but persistent hush
of autumn-come-early:
that soft crispness that teases
loose the warmer leaves of memory.
Falling, they drift and dissolve,
bursting like fireworks lost in fog.
The sun, nuzzling close with
a cloud, rolls sunken in a
pool of muddled sapphires,
deeper than starless night.
molasses through open windows.
On these fading days the breezes,
sheets of seaglass almost crackling,
slide through the willowed screens.
As they settle, they breathe
the gentle but persistent hush
of autumn-come-early:
that soft crispness that teases
loose the warmer leaves of memory.
Falling, they drift and dissolve,
bursting like fireworks lost in fog.
The sun, nuzzling close with
a cloud, rolls sunken in a
pool of muddled sapphires,
deeper than starless night.