Smell of fresh mown grass last day of August 2021

Ah... already the summer

approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze

one more rhyme

before September first,
thus the following lines after...

Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew

contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew

attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,

heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of driving
mowers even moo

ving bovines would
clap cloven hooves

over soft as lambs wool

sensitive hearing micro corkscrew

innards, viz their spade
shaped audiological

anatomical accouterments -

cow word lee lowing Jew
pitter Io sliver by jove whew

once silence returns
(after cessation rip snorting bedlam)
savoring the hum of nature anew,

and moost likely relish
fresh cut leaves of grass

as I inhale analogous

delectable waft of homebrew

albeit molecules borne aloft

after sharp heavy duty blades

of industrial riding mowers bestrew

higglety pigglety, helter skelter

juicy fruit chlorophyll rich

plants releasing nectar
sweet as honeydew

olfactory imbibing nostalgic view

of yesterday, when agrarian farmsteads

populated landscape picturesquely

anointing, exuding, messaging...

perfuming faint clue

intimating rural lifestyle forebears

hapt tubby privy too,

where deer and antelope played

unaccosted by impending urbanization,

hence such idyllic serene rue
man nation - visage you

would probably concur

as most divine comity

worth more than any buckeroo
could purchase - vestiges vanishing
without a trace adieu
mother nature nowhere found
except caged up within human zoo.