August Sunshine

August Sunshine August sunshine feels different Than sharp newborn rays Of afternoons in June… Round, August sunshine tells Of ripening And growing large – Laying still Watching the breeze tickle Mature birch leaves Until they quiver In delight And dance. August sunshine is about napping And waking Waking and pausing, Seeing the depth of blueness in the sky All over again As if for the first time Mouth open in wonder; Letting warmth Slowly seep Into cold bones and weary souls – Being still While butterflies Float Past summer visions. August sunshine is about Looking For the moonrise in paleness To light up the way For summer shooting stars; The feel of hats – The smell of suntan cream Winding down, Gathering, Resting In the sound of children In the backyard Ice in glasses, The smell of newly cut grass. August sunshine is about Seeing the action of life Write itself Into The afternoon Then watch Parades Of boats Stroll by on lakes – Or buzz the shore Pulling water skiers - Tiny dots like aquatic ants Surfing On summer waves. It is about being enveloped – Watering – weeding - getting ready And the whoosh Of rainbirds Sprinklers Fire hydrants Making puddles – Water trickling down Furrows Of the skin and soil; Opening windows - closing shutters Ice cream vendors and thunderstorms Announcing their arrival In tinkling bells and booming laughter. August sunshine feels different.