Ahhh sweet August…the Everest of summer time
hot days and nights – sidewalks chocked with tourists
boats with bright sails smoothly drifting by
the park – ahhh the park
BBQ and wine – guitar strumming and love poems
cool dark movie theaters with giant boxes of popcorn
every day is a gift with an hour glass
only thirty one days – then gone
cheap watermelon and a walk among the trees
a season of reflection – slow down – look around
a song bird tells me how sweet it is and that winter will erase all of it
tee shirts, shorts, sandals – that’s all
bike along the ocean and smell life in the salty air
memories flood and leave – childhood
dusty old roads and scorching baseball afternoons
fruit and vegetable delights fill the markets
zen evenings watching the sun retreat
full moon madness and tales of werewolves
sweet August and another year going by