
August–
The resplendent month,
Of sun’s heat and blinding light.
The lethargic month
Of jealousy’s blight,
A thing of loss, not fought.
August—
The milestone marking month,
Of anniversaries, holidays, tears.
The flaming month
Of ashes where freedom,
A rising thing, held dear.
Ah, this was lovely and timely. We have three special family events in August, and here in SOCAL, it is indeed the “flaming month”. Evocative poem. Thank you. ~~ Jane
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Thank you, Jane.
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How wonderfully you describe the many faces of August and most apt for today’s happenings. Thank you for joining in, Annette.
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Thank you, Eugenia
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You’re welcome.
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