An' August Is...' Poem

 The first five days of August (I blinked and there they were!) served up a kaleidoscope of color!

August is a flower

August is a book

August is a lily-pad

Bordering the brook

August is a garden

In each dell and dip

August is a poem, love

Slipping from the lip

August is a rainbow

Caught in canning jars

August is a carefree girl

With eyes full of stars

August is a loafer

Pocket full of wish

August is an Artist

August is a fish

August is a peach pie

August is a boy

With gold-buttered freckles

Behind corn-buttered joy

August is a love song

August is a dash

Bare feet banter fading

Into silver splash

August is a wheat field

August is a door

Leading to a stair where

August is no more

© Janet Martin