04-05-2025, 04:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-05-2025, 04:40 AM by RiverNotch.)
I don't take pictures and I doubt
I'm able to convey
the kind of gold these streets can get
when winter ends
and summer swift descends:
move well between the Horny Goat
and the Dim-witted Crab,
so spring should leave your lexicon.
But autumn? June, July, and August
here mingle with the next three months
in just one stretch a sixth the length,
the Kapok and Akasya make like death
all while spun sugar fills the air
in bursts of pink and white.
I'm able to convey
the kind of gold these streets can get
when winter ends
and summer swift descends:
move well between the Horny Goat
and the Dim-witted Crab,
so spring should leave your lexicon.
But autumn? June, July, and August
here mingle with the next three months
in just one stretch a sixth the length,
the Kapok and Akasya make like death
all while spun sugar fills the air
in bursts of pink and white.