Dearest August...a farewell letter

 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

Keened keepsake-poetry

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