The Interment of This Certain Summer
August remains the cruelest month!!
Its abundance of summer fruits are there
Merely to tempt us into thinking
That more lay waiting in repose...
The secrets of burnished sunsets
And sea-spray
make us joyful;
Fine-tuning a deep longing to
Toss the dewdrops of sun-rays
Into every magical angle of
Our own little world...
Yes, August kept us
warm, it did...
And at times Sirius covered
us
With lovely, molten blankets;
Wraps that Canis Majoris
Deftly wove,
Through true practice
and
Chastened patience...
All the same, I know
Autumn will soon expose
its
Imminent arrival, (time
and again):
A prickly streak
of ill will
Rambling over the horizon
Just as we least expect it;
Its later debut spins
Recollections of wicked winds
That threaten to extinguish
The last vestige of tender
Sun-lit tributes.
Dampened by a late summer rain,
Plum-colored
mums glisten under the pergola;
The bright August sunlight hurts my eyes.
Still, its glare
Casts a more exquisite shadow
Than that of snow-squalls...
And, for that,
I apologize for cursing
All that it really has to offer...
poem written by L.P.-G.
c. 2021
