August
The apex of a summer's age,
this month of August glows along.
Before she turns her final page,
her heart bursts forth in throaty song,
while sleepy days hang close and long.
July has spent its sparkling pace
and left behind its bright and strong
cascade of sunlight's beaming face...
as August's languid sighs replace
the hot and breathless days gone by,
and ease her through, with quiet grace,
along late summer's sapphire sky.
A song of August, mild and sweet,
shall sing a summer's soul complete.
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