Friday, August 29, 2025

An Invitation to September


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Yes. It’s August still.

Days are tedious with the fan's spinning. Nights too.

It’s ripe to a fault. Heavy. Worn.

Here, a squash. Here a yellow pear. And then, cucumbers.

Sometimes, early, before the light is fully up,

I see a bit of you, September, in mist and softness.

So demure!

In all of this past summer, there were two small rain showers.

Even the cats seem weary of this lengthening of August.

So, welcome, September.

You will be glorious! 


August 29, 2025



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