August

August 

Leaves and grass wilt and dry
The tired month slips slowly by.
Watch and see, wonder why.
Hot, torrid breezes in the sky.

Move slowly, or not at all.

Welcome the changes that will be.
With joyful thoughts
As now the sun we see
Is much too strong, and endless.
Forever tired, forever sit
Because the energy is not
With as seen fit.
The enjoyable times are filtered.
Can I wait so long to see
Between the pain.
Wait and anticipate
vigor back down the lane.
Crisp, clear of fill
With sunny days
And lovely nights will
Return with vengeance
Or so I see.

Sunset in Leduc

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