Against August heat that’s pinpricked into the brick wall, and wings warmed awake and brittle in the sun, bees work within the scent of lilac and lavender as the long days slide sideways.
Last scents of summer
A sharp edged breath in the trees
Last bluing of sky
Written for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday “August”. Main photo is mine, published on Unsplash, and header image by Heather McKean on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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