Oh, Days of August

Oh, days of August, sun-sweet summer days

Of mist-haze mantled morn, noon’s sultry sigh

A paradise of cricket-serenade

And pools of shade where barefoot dreamers lie

The aspirations of the heart are torn

Twixt holding close or bravely letting go

Reverie and renewal spar, forlorn

Because of what the head has come to know

…that August days settle like dust and haze

In echoes where yester-year’s summers waft

And all along the shoreline of Thought’s gaze

Its rolling, tolling waves crash whisper-soft

This chariot of fire soon relents

It sweeps across the eventide of years

Lavishing hills and trees with testaments

Siphoned from the well of Nature’s tears

Oh, days of August, sun-sweet golden ride

A sea upon which summer-drifters sail

Surely Mercy’s Goodness captures its tide

To blaze upon the hearth in winter’s gale

© Janet Martin

P-s-s-s-t, 

Don't look too far behind you 

or too far out to sea

But live-laugh-love right where you are

In the middle of what will be

For August waits for no one

A kiss of flower tears

A swish of golden-purple skirts

and then she disappears