The benevolence and magic of October
extended its warmth and vibrancy twice over
to the humid and humdrum August
showering it with boundless blessings
most precious and priceless
drenching it with sheer abundance
August, swinging between sweating and downpours,
is the month of plenitude for me;
rains or no rains.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host Sanaa, says: For today’s Poetics, I want you all to write a poem about August. Feel it in your bones. Come tell us what the month means to you.
(August is special for me as both my kids were born on the same day four years apart.)