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 