Wednesday, August 5, 2026

August: Poem

 

August

August is summer’s golden goodbye.

People say that August is the Sunday of summer.

It is a bridge between summer and autumn.

August foresees how year has been and how the year will end.

August is a bright late summer to stretch time and soften the place.

Summertime is melting away.

 

I welcome August with open heart and open mind.

I trust enough in the universe to bring environmental clarity.

My body will feel like home again, a little bit familiar but also renovated.

August, cheers to the new adventure with you!

Tomshinsky@2026

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