The scent of gardenias
Floating on late afternoon air
Sweetly fragrant and tender
Nothing can compare
Spanish Moss hanging in dreadlocks
On the old Rastafarian Oak
Summer warmed earth
No need for a hooded cloak
Monarchs fluttering here and there
Squirrels flying from tree to tree
Water trickling over rocks
Babbling stream to the sea
Brightness of tropical flowers
Flourishing in their colorful glory
Dramatic blossoms from lush foliage
For our pleasure contributory
Pelicans gliding above the water
Ready to dive when the moment is right
Something spied for their supper
No time to consider the fish’s plight
Peaceful moments spent on the dock
Boats parading along the water
Music floating across the air
A young couple with daughter
Sun’s rays kissing the skin
Freckling the nose
Walking slowly along the beach
Sand between the toes
Sandpipers scurrying
Avoiding the tide
Children playing
In sand liquefied
Random driftwood scattered
A horseshoe crab’s empty shell
Sandcastles left in ruins
A discarded bathing suit with a story to tell
Treasured moments to keep
In memories deep in time
Almost worth the winter freeze
To sip the last of the summer wine
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Kayla Ann’s End of Summer Poetry Contest:Senses of Summer
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