My August

Oh, I am in love with you

Downcast eyes of dusty blue

Bloom-filled fist and apron too

Dear August

Musky-dusk and dew-drenched morn

Hazy noon and peach-sweet warm

Breezes bent with scent of corn

In August

Cricket-choir mezzanine

Thoroughfare of gold and green

Sun-flow’r etched on azure sheen

Of August

Tender tug-of-war romance

Debonair Don Juan, you dance

I, a puppet in your hands

My August

I will trail you to your brink

On a hem-line stippled-pink

Where your sleepy brooklets wink

Through August 

For I am in love with you

Kindling sighs of deeper hue

Where your eyes droop, bluer blue

My August

© Janet Martin