August is like thirty-one days of waking up on Christmas morning!
August’s warm invitation rolls across the tolling lea
Summer’s glad celebration hails from brimming land and
sea
Then revel in its bliss before it disappears from view
And satisfy addictions for green, gold, purple and blue
August anoints creation with intoxicating hues
It fulfills expectation with wild-bloom fringed avenues
Then drink its elixir before it drip-drips out of reach
Satisfy sweet addictions for watermelon and peach
August delights the senses with its dusty, dewy gait
It lavishes the landscape with excuses to be late
Then take the detour before summer slip-slips from the
lane
And satisfy addictions for its sun-sweet drops of rain
August is like a portrait steeped in sweeps of blue and
gold
The Artist fills earth’s canvas with pure beauty to
behold
Then make the most of what is bound to fade into thin air
And satisfy addictions for flavours than none can snare
August begins to hint at words we cannot bear to taste
Its hazy dog-day afternoons are too glorious to waste
So chase those silver thistle-parachutes as they sail by
And satisfy addictions for cicada’s plaintive cry
August ignites an ache that breaks the heart with
happiness
It makes us weep for joy where harvest bends the orchard
tress
Then embrace here and now before the cricket’s
tweet-tweet dies
And satisfy addictions for flowers and butterflies
© Janet Martin
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