Poetry

Hurry September

August is still waiting to arrive

But for me I hope it passes by

Moves fastly through the last hot days

Summer heat weighs me down

Bloated with heat and humidity

the days drag by , with anxious eye

I scan the sky , strain to see

clouds in the northwest sky

to hear my mother raise her head

lift it into the wind and say

Ah autumn is near , the wind today

is coming somewhere off of ice

the august heated air blunts its

arrival and holds it for awhile

still one day soon , standing on my deck

I will feel a breeze lift the heat

upon my neck and touch me with

a cooler hand and say The wind today

is coming somewhere off of ice

I can hear me sigh with great relief

and say so only I can hear

ohhh that sounds so nice,

September is almost here!

anna alexander

July 30, 2008, 3:07 PM©

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