Wanton

The Summer Dawn asked me nothing at all

Contentedly I missed her entirely

Her sister, the Morning then stood tall

Agreeing to meet her, I got up gingerly

Her perfume of jasmine left me drunken

Hibiscus kissed the butterflies and bees

Her heat magenta made the air wanton

Her gentle wind’s touch was purely a tease

I marinated in her humid stew

She left me weak in a drowsy malaise

Afternoon arrived, much cooler and blue

Though afterglow from Morning left a haze

Then Evening tried and failed to win my heart

For Morning’s ravage had torn it apart