Song of August…
Summer’s slow
u n s p o o l i n g –
florid and
debauched –
sung in yawns
and thunder…
Staked or trellised,
the vines
untwine and
t
u
m
b
l
e
past
their margins.
The long exhale
arrives –
measured in
the static drone
of insects.
— C.Birde, 8/18
2 Comments
Wonderfully composed
Thank you, kindly! As bittersweet as the transition from summer to autumn may be, I love so many of the touchstones of August…especially the cicadas’ and crickets, singing 🙂