Summer August Poems

Hot summer, wearing
sun-striped sweaters, worker bees
in eighty-degrees.
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He calls this August
In the morning between trees and metal,
The ground is shaking as he laughs,
He is almost there upon the orange trees over my...

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Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill,
warm rays from the summer sunburst at will,
sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird,
pulsating heart aroused by what I
heard

Gorgeous...

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In the dead of winter a crocus rises 
Within the snow, Jesus is reborn
Both fragile yet frost resistant
Like Persephone to Hades’ reign
Innocence is granted rebirth

In...

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Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze...

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I wandered through the woodlands green
And heard the birdsong fill the air
I saw the little streams serene
With speckled trout that darted there

I felt the breeze...

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Summer weather makes me feel so much better.
The sun suckling on my skin,
The ocean salting my eyes.
How I wish time would slow down.
But as seasons...

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Under the shadow of a maple tree,
Green as summer, wistful and praising
Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds
Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers,
Against blades of tempting July...

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Feet in the sand, do you feel free?
Breathe in the sunlight
Sky blending in the sea
Skin glowing bright

Make memories, they say
Let them bring you back
You'll see...

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When the sun rises and spreads
 its sticky yellow syrup across green marzipan fields 
I rub the bees from the fragrant holyhock bells 
and sniff...

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Trees are indifferent to worldviews, so am I
Just growing on is only aim I follow
Life is a ritual I thoroughly comply
Before they send me up...

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August whispers its gentle goodbye
Painting the moments in fragile sighs
Escaping summer with its blue sky

Listening to winds as they chastise
Blurring all hopes, all dreams and...

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Star of Sirus
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Tell me something more –
Something about yourself
I’ve never heard before
Lazily. It’ll help

Pass an afternoon
As hot as this
For August is afoot
And I get restless.

If whatever I...

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"Got your fluff again"
(for purpose of this poem
pronounce last word uh gain).

The missus uttered
aforementioned phrase
as she pulled a clump of my hair
from out the clogged...

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