Love Poem: Wild Sage
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Written by: Susan Ashley

Wild Sage

The breeze annoying trees entices me,
I drift away    afar to fields abloom,
with silver tongues untied their whispers free—
..ah  prairie-weed does burn a sweet perfume.

The flowered spikes do strike a reminisce,
the musky scent upon each purple spear…
your kiss, our bliss… you I miss… you I miss—
I fall upon each heady spear, despite the golden air.

The gilt-edged frills and thrills of summer days— that flutter!
The guilt-wedged  sway and suede  of lusty meadow sage. 
The jilted sun, once young, still shines above the haze— that clutter…
an unfledged page from when we came of age.

I linger lone and lost  and loathe the lure of wind
as fuzzy leaves flaunt drizzle beads beneath the clouds chagrined.