White summer petals, sickly sweet,
In the air, a heavy, languid scent.
Yellowed blossoms, a frail delight,
As the bees hummed, a drowsy lament.
November cotton flower, still and white,
A ghost of summer, pale and slight.
In the air, a heavy, languid scent.
Yellowed blossoms, a frail delight,
As the bees hummed, a drowsy lament.
November cotton flower, still and white,
A ghost of summer, pale and slight.