Halcyon Days Fibonacci
As golden fields ripen, wheat lays affectionately
into the wind like embracing
loves on hot August
nights; nearby,
mountains
and
small
hills,
sprout
lush green
foliage, bring
springtime nurturing
to the height of sultry romance
as blasé swallowtails pair off, mate, armed though anti
predation mimicry, defy
aging's ravages
or the fact
they too
soon
must
die
like
landscapes
withering;
their wings dust over
rivers, fields, and lakes, prepare for
panoramic September songs guiding their journey.
