MAN! You write a lot of August poetry! commented hubby one day.
Something about August builds up in me and I can only release it in a poem, I laughed.
It's true! There is no other month that affects me like August!
So, while it goes without saying I will say it anyway. "I'll miss you, August!"
a few farewell frames...
We were destined to part, tis true
From the first day we met
Dear, you fulfilled your gold and blue
That we’ve come to expect
You wowed us with sights, scents and sounds
Always your days amazed
Where summer-hunger without bounds
Tuned hearts with 'God, be praised '
You made us feel completely glad
To be right here, right now
Yet, even with the dance we had
It feels too short somehow
Your cricket-chant and flower-font
I never tired of the want
To pen you perfectly
Allowing me permission thus
To zoom the lens of thought
To capture frames of you and us
Giving you all we’ve got
Because we sensed the Hand of change
Soft-strumming tasseled stem
Wakening cool winds that estrange
You from us once again
…and so we sip your sweet sunshine
With slow intimacy
As we revel in ev’ry line
Of August poetry
© Janet Martin