This Disturbing Magic

If you listen very closely
you will hear
summer longing to be remembered -
the soft chortle of bees
married to low tide
and the bright white
of Asters
lowering their flags
against the early sunset,
as if to remind us
only our memories are warm.

You can hear the curtains breathe,
impatient flood through weave
in pale tawny
and lemon,
and the garden's edge
pucker up its trove
of green embers,
making way for the dog's
wet kisses
and wool mitten bit fingers
stringing the hedgerows
with this disturbing magic.