August is a Peach

AUGUST IS

August, at first, a peach

Sun ripened,

its cheeky blush

a tease…

Succumb.

At first bite, its kiss,

upon your lips,

sweet and passionately

juicy and delicious as

all summer.

Savor while you can

for just like summer, this

peachiness has (too bad, oh, no!)

an end….

AUGUST IS

A picnic

by the lake, by the river,

underneath a tree, and

in the shade, the picnic shines,

an al fresco gathering

of friends and family

and sandwiches is all

there to bask in and

enjoy

AUGUST IS

Easy..

The baggy tee/summer survivor we’ve

worn forever, its image faded,

but not our love for its soft easy-goingness and

the uplifting (unfading) messages of

bliss and empowerment!

that lies in its very Lovbird-iness!

It’s the flip flops on our feet

that take us to the poolside

with their rhythmic flip floppy beat.

It’s the cotton skirt

that drifts, cloudlike around you

as you pedal down city street

or country lane.

it’s the dare to wear

of nothing much

And all this makes

August easy.

AUGUST IS

Blooming and a fading

a picking and a planting

It’s jam, but not yet a pickle.

It the windfall of apples

to pick (before the birds

peck at them!)

AUGUST IS

Wicked…

And spellbinding…

And magical.

And the month we

love and love to hate

because it’s both the

beginning and an end.

AUGUST IS…

The heat of day

and the sweat of night

the summer storms

that bring relief

the morning light

the evening shade

It’s the crack of dawn

that keeps getting later

and the shrinking evenings.

August, the end, but not yet.

AUGUST IS

When strawberries and raspberries of a July pick-your-own,

become the visit to an orchard,

and the crisp bite of an apple.

When the butterfly wing clips by

to flitter and land then flitter and

soar.

When yarrow yields its seeds

for the birds and sunflowers bend to

the squirrels quests,

and the tidy plots of midsummer

yield to the mad tangles of

unruly vines.

AUGUST IS

The permission to let go,

be lazy, sleep in,

hang out,

The month in which heading for a

siesta (hammock or couch)

sounds just about right

A few minutes will do it.

Nap away.