August Again

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.

 

Welcome Home

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: DIY Building
Sara  has us tightening our tool belts for a DIY building project

(Wel)come Home

please don’t throw stones
at my glass house
I want to see the sun
rising and setting
the moon and stars
dancing through the night
seasons performing magic
before my eyes
I want windows that open wide
inviting the scents of
calming lavender and sage
to stay awhile
the sounds of birds to wend
their way through this space
I want doors that open both ways
so friends can always come and go

Seasonal Segue

It’s ‘Homophone Me’ at d’Verse Poets Pub

and ‘Something’s Gotta Give‘ at Poetic Bloomings

Seasonal Segue

The last leaves wave frantically
Before they have to leave
Trying to get my attention
Gusts of wind roll by in waves
Fall is changing the landscape
Giant cinnamon-roll circles of hay
Dot the fields
Sagging scarecrows still play
The role of protector
I heard flocks of birds overhead
Migrating to warmer climes like
Herds of buffalo across the
Prairie of the sky
I watch a hawk as it climbs higher
Sailing on a thermal draft
And before the last leaf falls –
Stores have moved on to
The next holiday
Leaving me to wonder
Why