On the last day of Summer,
A full moon bends her beams among
flowers in the garden.
Leaves rustle, the wind sings through grasses.
Blossoms tilt their faces toward the sound.
Chloris, Greek goddess of flowers, sings:
Waken, my blossoms! Dance and sing
at this festival to celebrate the last sweet summer day.
Lavender Dahlias dance and stretch their petals high.
Yellow marigolds, red and cream Alstroemeria
blend voices to harmonize.
Carnations create garlands from bunches of baby's breath.
Coneflowers twirl this way and that.
Flamboyant, bright- red Cannas
flamenco dance wildly about,
as geranium claps it's stems to the beat.
Roses: pink, coral, and white
gather and preen in the moon's sheen.
around their festival queen.
She, rose, cup of sunshine, with pink-laced
white-petalled skirt swaying to the music,
showcases her innocent beauty
cloaked in green satin leaves.
Spiders, feeling the spirit, spin webs
for dew to catch moonlight
twinkling on vines.
It's bright enough for all of them
but me to see,
for I can only imagine them.
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