Sunday, August 3, 2025

For August

  

August is my birth month,  which I guess makes me a Leo, something I actually identify with.   Generous,  uncomfortable with cold or dark, prone to Big parties and Big ideas which often gets me in trouble, self-absorbed and often over confident........... all of the above.  I re-found this poem, written in praise of August, among my archives and felt like sharing it again.  For the Fullness of Summer that is August!  

AUGUST

I best love 
my lost and wildish 
girl heart
reborn surprised
among the blonde grasses of August

running for no reason
among the dusty gaiety of daisies,
bending knee, foot, flower
for the sun,
for the sun
for the Sun!

just this day, to put aside
subtle things

accumulations 
of creaking age, 
duty and reason.

Just this day, dear friends,
dance with me
on the generous Earth
making Her 
Circle Dance

Let this be all that matters today:
this blue exaltation
of  summer skies
given and given to all

and praise,
praise the day,
the colors and taste of it

(1998)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are August. One amazing harvest of beauty, nourishment, and wonder. X