There are ribbons of scent caught on the breeze.
The bracing musk of white ginger lilies.
Shot up, full bloom, in a random cool night.
This too early scent gave me wintry fright.
For, these are trumpets of Fall’s arrival.
So, this Summer month doubts their survival.
Almanac says we’ve a few hot ones left.
They’ve a chance, in shade; if Night’s cool is deft.
Fall is coming around the corner…yes.
Beacon blooms tricked early to show their best.
L.B.Stowe 