Monet, verger en fleurs
in the public domain in the United States
I pencil in the blues and greens of remembered afternoons,
The leftovers of summers which linger best on the tongue
their sweetness understood viscerally
with an aftertaste hovering in the periphery of closeted thought.
The days hung loosely folded then
Their gauzy nature swayed in the waft of the bees’ flight,
Evincing a softness which lay easily upon you.
In our indolence,
We failed to notice the bite of time on our backs.
Now I color in between the lines
charcoaled in when I wasn’t looking.
Those blues and greens pastelled together,
A picture of a time gone,
The last of those summers for us.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
Posted for dVerse