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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
A beautiful and timely one, Melody. We are expecting our first heatwave tomorrow…
Blessings ~ Wendy
We are, too, later this week. We will be glad in the days to come that we had all that rain, I think! Stay cool, Wendy! 🙂
I droop in the heat too.
We’re SO not used to it! 🙂 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.
Every season is magnificent beauty !
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?
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 🙂
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!
“Perfuming time itself”–WOW-Wonderful poem, Mel!! Yep, it’s me–new face, place, name…
Great gravy, girl. You’re like catwoman, slinking around in a disguise! 🙂 Welcome back…
Catwoman? Oh dear me……
Hope the heat doesn’t wilt everyone and everything too much.
This is more metaphorical right now, but I hear next week is going to be hot, hot, hot! Hopefully everything will be okay… 🙂
Beautiful words, Melody, and I’m one of those drooping petals, as we’re having a heat wave! 🙂
Oh, oh – hang in there! 🙂