August Night.....

Reckless, wanton sultry night
Bitter grief and sweet delight
For every time you visit me
Another day is history
So pull your veil across the west
And remind me why I’m blessed
While you turn wild-flower to gray
And steal the summer hours away
You leave too fast but come too soon
Tender cradle of the moon
I covet your deep shade of blue
Crave to walk the avenue
Of the dazzling Milky Way
In the moon-beams silky sway
But within my restless sigh
I see a softening in the sky
You; my bittersweet delight
Reckless, wanton August night

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Janet Martin