I’d love nothing more than to impart a sampling
Of tantalizing verse to brighten up your soul
When it’s grayed with weariness… I truly would.
Unfortunately, I’m feeling bereft of any poetic
Sensibilities, today, so the most I can offer is
this:
Close
your eyes and picture sodden magnolias,
Silky
and pale, lying upon a luxuriantly grassy bed.
A
cool September breeze laps up their perfume
And
bathes you as you laze away the afternoon,
Picking
out shapes in the opaline clouds, above…
…does that do anything for you?
