August
By
Lisa A.Williams
August
came and
I remembered the
onslaught of things
lost
fading in their sun
scorched
fields, withering to fall’s intrusion filled
with promises of
redemption, I breathed in
her solemn splendor,
felt summer’s sorrow knowing she
would return in her
same old lazy way,she
would be unchanged, it is I who would be different.
August a lovely, lazy month so unlike February...
ReplyDeleteNice build
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou definitely will be changed by Summer..true! The challenge has beautified your poem :)
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate your comment, thanks!
DeleteBeautiful ... loved it !!!
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DeleteI like your idea of seasons staying constant but you growing during the seasons.
ReplyDeleteReally appreciate you taking the time to stop by. Thank you!
DeleteHolding on to the calm..with the summer trying to stir the emotions within. Oh, this is just beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteAh, so often at the end of summer I am reflective. And so true that August will return again another year...and also true that WE will be different (older!! sigh) every year.
ReplyDeleteThere is something about the end of summer that causes us to pause and reflect, even as a child I remember feeling somewhat sad with August's arrival. The carefree days of summer were gone and once again the beginning of a new school year with it's often monotonous schedule and now I see it as another year passing, another summer gone. Thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteVery elegant! We always wish for summer and her lazy days, but her passing always changes us. We know this and we long for her still. Summer flings, fading friends...you capture it well.
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DeleteI love how you capture this Lisa...the season within, without. Lovely piece!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jennifer.
Deleteyou personify August in a most delightful way. terrific response to the prompt, Lisa. Glad you played along!
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Thanks Kim. I really enjoy the prompts, gets me thinking.
DeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteI do love August as a summer month, but lament its proximity to autumn. The end of summer is always depressing, especially here in recent years, when the rainy time has curtailed outdoor activities.
A lovely use of the prompt Lisa:)
Eileen:)
I always found August a very reflective time and a bit sad when it arrived. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment.
DeleteBeautifully worded...
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