August Summer, a Poem
All the Other Augusts
All the other Augusts,
have been upended,
the heatwaves radiate from the Butte,
the wet mulching of leaves
has not even begun...,
I tramp the hobbit land,
directly surrounding the sun,
as all things seem to be...
we have found Summerland-
the dragonflies have mated,
but forgot they were supposed to part;
I see them , full throttle, trying to stay aloft...
The meanest of souls must expand....
every field , every forest, every path,
is illuminated within by the sun,
It carries us like an irresistable tide.
washing on the shore of our sky,
peering up, mumbling things like,
thank you, oh, magnificent sun...
I have never seen an August like this,
which only goes to show, God
can really surprise us...
can really humble us, can really teach us,
I guess that's the point