Hello, August
Well, it’s August 1st and at this point I used to see the hourglass sand of summer quickly slipping away.
the sands of summer slipping away
August would be the month that all the school supplies lining the aisles of stores and all those incessant reminders to get ready to go back to school would curb my enthusiasm to embrace the rest of summer vacation. A tiny spark of anticipation would form and increasingly grow larger as each day of August ticked by until the inevitable email would land into my inbox reminding me of all of my obligation to attend all the in-service meetings at school.
Ah–but that was then and this is now.
Three years into retirement and I welcome August and recognize summer is not over. So I shall celebrate with an original poem.
July
by
Pam Webb
July arrives in dragonfly fashion
on star-spangled wings
dancing in after June’s somewhat fickle days
flitting here and wandering there.
The days are full of hammock reads, lazy BBQs,
and required air-conditioned nights.
July is the true summer month.
And when its fulsome days
have dwindled down to rest
Suddenly–
July forsakes glad company
and speedily zooms
into
August.
How do you view August? Is it your true summer month or the nudge that summer is ending?
Pam Webb 
August definitely brings the nudge that summer has passed its peak. Would we notice the change if we ignored our calendars?
We do here in the PNW. Days might be hot but soon as the sun goes behind the mountains there’s a chill to the air.
Here in SoCal, the sunsets get even more spectacular, the ocean warmer, and the corn ripens. I am thrilled we have arrived at this very moment! Happy August, xox
I’m looking forward to truly enjoying August.
Very nice, Pam.
Nice work, Pam. How do I view August? I can’t help but notice teachers who are starting to get ready for another school year. I miss a few things about teaching, but not enough to consider returning. 39 years of marriage for the Springers tomorrow.
Thanks, Pete. Congratulations! Yes, ignoring the back-to-school countdown is indeed a pleasant attribute of retirement.
Wonderful poem, Pam. You capture July into August beautifully.
Thank you, Jennie.
You’re welcome, Pam
Your poem brings July and August to life! Lovely! In SF, July and August are windy, cold, and foggy. I have forgotten what the dog days of summer are like. LOL.
Didn’t Mark Twain once say the coldest winter he experienced was a summer in San Francisco?
Yes, he did. I’m not enjoying walking the dog.