August is never lost to Summer,
she shares in her sphere of circularity
Calendula's a by-word for prolonging,
dead-heading vies with the flush.
Lunaria's prized seed pods' legacy's boon.
In redolent contemplation.
Autumn bulbs eagerly secured.
Amongst them Colichicums a wondrous shrub
for late September's appearance.
Like a Stallion, August's canter masquerades
the truest of challenges ,
for the final hurdle.
By means of subtle suggestiveness
Russet subsumes the Red.
Blue musters a tired
muddying Purple.
Yellow bleaches
as though touched
by the exertion of congruity
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
August is never lost to Summer,
she shares in her sphere of circularity
Calendula's a by-word for prolonging,
dead-heading vies with the flush.
Lunaria's prized seed pods' legacy's boon.
In redolent contemplation.
Autumn bulbs eagerly secured.
Amongst them Colichicums a wondrous shrub
for late September's appearance.
Like a Stallion, August's canter masquerades
the truest of challenges ,
for the final hurdle.
By means of subtle suggestiveness
Russet subsumes the Red.
Blue musters a tired
muddying Purple.
Yellow bleaches
as though touched
by the exertion of congruity
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