Demure damask,

ubiquitous ruffles

cloak June’s exit

and herald July’s

approach, perfuming

time itself. Petals

will droop in

tomorrow’s heat

(for who of us can stand

against the march?)

but the scent

of rosewater

celebrates not

yesterday or

next week,

but now.


15 comments on “Celebration

  1. A beautiful and timely one, Melody. We are expecting our first heatwave tomorrow…

    Blessings ~ Wendy

  2. lylekrahn says:

    I droop in the heat too.

    • melodylowes says:

      We’re SO not used to it! πŸ™‚ I tend to wither a bit in heat and humidity as well – I slow right down and get sluggish. I am one of those who prefers warm to hot.

  3. Every season is magnificent beauty !

    • melodylowes says:

      Even the difficult ones – but we must have the eyes to see the beauty. Sometimes hard times strip away what holds us back from seeing the very beauty we missed when we were more self-sufficient, eh?

  4. Heidi Viars says:

    People are like grass; their beauty is like a flower in the field. The grass withers and the flower fades.(1 Peter 1:24) … lets make sure we grasp the moment … that’s what we have πŸ™‚

    • melodylowes says:

      Wonderful words, Heidi! hank you for adding your thoughts on this – I am truly trying to enjoy more of what I have been given, rather than wishing it were something it is not. It’s time to celebrate!

  5. “Perfuming time itself”–WOW-Wonderful poem, Mel!! Yep, it’s me–new face, place, name…

  6. Gallivanta says:

    Hope the heat doesn’t wilt everyone and everything too much.

  7. Beautiful words, Melody, and I’m one of those drooping petals, as we’re having a heat wave! πŸ™‚

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