August Again
It’s hot and you are grumpy.
All the tomatoes are ripening at once,
the cucumbers are wilting, and the
neighbor’s orange cat is using the flower
bed for a litter box.
The garden looks tired, worn out, as if
it just doesn’t care any more.
The Sun is an unrelenting ball of heat.
The night air carries no coolness.
I sit by the open kitchen window wondering
if this month has any redeeming qualities
when in a corner of the yard I see the large
white blossoms of the moonflower vine. This
glow of promise amid the darkness reminds me
that each season holds a beauty of its very own.
I shall make it my mission to search for it.
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rhymeswithbug 