August Ghazal

People ask where’s the year gone August yet I face summer swelter August. Someone wonder how times is lost as fall lurks behind a closed-door August. Someone revels in spring love a poetic leap but spends time alone August. In March a child dances the world turns before my eyes August. In March a child’s cry a heavy sigh in August. In the morning a whisper a resonance at dusk August In depths of night a pause the soft cry August. In spring a planted seed a leaf falls August. A gust of wind passage of time people ask where’s the year gone August.