Thursday, August 8, 2013

If I Were August

If I were August I'd make a note.
Summer is notoriously fleeting.
I wouldn't want to miss a minute.
Calendula and yarrow, dance and baseball, sewing and sky watching.
These notes of August make summer a poem woven of dried grasses and lake days.
I'd try not to make a paragraph, even.
Because in formation of a thesis one could lose the essence,
whole and sweet like a raspberry warm from the vine.
 Rather to jot those notes on whatever paper or palm lies nearby.

If I were August I'd make a note to revisit on days of mist and cool.
That the summer, days of wine and roses, could warm that later moment too.
A time capsule of sunshine.

1 comment:

Cara said...

I like it very how about a September?