August

Sensuous, relaxed, vibrant.

Hot summer days

that become cool evenings.

Lovers holding hands under a canopy of star showers

Secret caresses carried on a summer breeze

Concealed in the shadows.

Time spent with friends

sipping cold drinks

on familiar porches.

Laughter heard across the still air,

the sound of children playing

And a screen door slamming.

The grass still green,

it’s growth subdued,

though the smell of fresh cut grass still permeates the air.

Farmer’s markets full of the summer’s bounty.

Reds, and oranges, and greens

Full of life,

Robust.

We know the days will get shorter, soon.

We know that the cold weather will send us inside

Wrapped in blankets and layers of clothes.

But not yet.

Not now.

Now, let the last days of summer

Fill my senses.

Let me be forever mindful, and hold these days close in my heart.

August…