©carol voccia 2012
I know August
She’s sultry moist air waiting for a summer storm
Firing lighting waves of charged particles dancing in the rain
Splashing against fruit hanging ripe in freckled shapes of pear
And avocado
I remember August
Her light seeped under lush forests
Washing her hair in tepid streams along hemlines of curving shores
Oh I had August
While blazing against the whole horizon
She quaked and spun corn silk
Milking creamy meadows
Singing in budding fields of sheer wildness
I adored August
As she scooped up froth of ocean bellies
Her smile a full wave against the melting sky
Her eyes fire and smoke curling south reading poems of
Heat and salty sand
And just when I thought her arms loved me
She knew when to part a kiss
And turn away to greet
September
