August

August is Autumn's appetizer. She calls us to linger and listen. Her fields are alive with life sounds. Her sunlight... like the last bits of an old fire burning out. She's more end then beginning. She chronicles days by bug bites and buttered corn on the cob. The sweetness of August makes us ready for the seasoning of Fall. You are tempted to cling to her. Your hurried pace becomes a stroll...embracing the spell of it all. She sprinkles the kids with freckles and covers their little feet with calloused soles. August is sand...everywhere, sea glass collecting, and flying over the white tips of cresting waves...free. August you've been good to me.