On the cusp of autumn


Searching for
The penultimate
Summer nectar;
Gliding gently
Onto slippery, soft
Petals releasing
Wild woody notes.
A saturating sherbet
Feast awaiting.
A chilly blaze
And brittle breeze
Curl up dozy petals.
The bee drifts away
Dreaming of home.

16 thoughts on “On the cusp of autumn

  1. “A saturating sherbet” How I love that line, So love Wild Roses, and Rose Hips too, Autumn is now well and truly giving us its Autumnal nip 🙂 xxxx

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