Summons Poem by Ann McGough

Summons



Wisteria woke me this morning,
And there was all June in the garden;
I felt them, early, warning
Lest I miss any part of the day.

Straight I walked to the trellis vine.
Wisteria touched a lifted nostril:
Feelings of beauty diffused, to entwine
My spirit with June's own aura.

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Ann McGough

Ann McGough

West Haven, Connecticut
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