Saturday, August 25, 2018

Dear August

Dear August 

You stand politely smiling in the cocktail party 
pleasantly making small talk while glancing at the door
And wondering when you can discreetly leave 
Without offending  host and carefree  guests. 

It’s been a jolly evening but now it’s time to go
To find your scarf and jacket in the hall
Before leaving light and heat  
For winters shortening night and cooler dawn. 

Perhaps the ancient irish had placed you right
In early autumn than in late summer
Already August leaves are yellow and have hit the floor
In forests who have tired of this year already. 

The summer camps are closing now
And mothers dress their kids for school
In bigger sizes than the year before
As time marches on relentlessly. 

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