Tangy with flower scented breezes
and lemon colored skies
late August tastes of early autumn wine.
Cured by summer’s heat
the cask of love fills quickly
with its ripened harvest of desire.
Nightcaps of pungent air
bring seasonal closure
to familiar sunny beds
as frosted arteries
highlight change
along the corridors of night
where youthful urges once
brought needs for refills
the glass of summer slowly empties.
We raise our goblets to the winds
savoring the rich dark flavor
of our aging lives. Embracing life.
– Peggy Fletcher
