Ah-h-August!
...to oblige August’s smallest matters of must
Like soaking in saunas of sunbeam and dust
Like lying beneath boundless heath of blue skies
Listening to the flutter of leaf-butterflies
Or drinking the ink of pink clover or rose
Or tracing the lace of Queen Ann’s scattered clothes
To waste not a flicker of quickening reach
To taste wonder dripping like juice from a peach
To not be too hurried to take a tea-break
Complete with a slice of Southern Lemon Cake
To stand face to face with a handsome sunflow'r
And count only kisses, not the day or hour
To watch from grass-bleachers dusk’s nightly showdown
To wade through wildflowers, waist-deep and wind-blown
To walk in slow-motion floors stubbly with gold
Aware of an ocean no shoreline can hold
To ponder while sitting too long on creek-banks
Ten-thousand sound reasons for giving God thanks
(For of the four seasons we treasure and toast
I think in August I love summer most)
To touch time for what it is; His grace unbound
To take off our shoes as we tread holy ground
To gather the goodness of garden and field
Heedful of the harvest that Last Breath will yield
© Janet Martin
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