The Girl in a Lemon Dress - 7th of August, 2023

Look at me,

look at these dainty yellows of me;

Mmm, don’t they remind you

Of pungent fragrance of lemon and grass

jumping at your unsuspecting eyes

As though you can taste them where you stand.

Stay, can you see her?

I am every line and color of her;

She peeks at you from ’neath her hat made of straw

With an unblinking eye of hazel blue

No innocence, just mysteries,

Her lips pressed together, keeping all her secrets to herself.

Do you want to feel?

My canvas, her fabric, how soft they feel;

Dressed so warmly in an autumn day

In a lemon cardigan, threadbare with time

Like the trees behind her shedding off their foliage,

Showering the ground she stepped on with leaves.

Do you want to know?

What she might be thinking, the place she is to go?

Why she’s tipping her hat to cover an eye?

Could the wind be blowing on her face?

And of course, you might be curious

What her name could be, she’s just

The Girl in a Lemon Dress.