August

   Everyone appears to be making blog posts about August right about now.   I'm about to add to that.   Here is an original poem by me about August.   (And please don't steal it.   Follow the golden rule, people.   Thank you.)

Hello, again.

I've missed you.

I wonder if you missed me, too?

Did you wait

Another year

Just to blow my hair

Oh, August winds?

You fly on silver wings.

Warm and friendly

Are your days.

I love all the golden haze

That you bring here

And cozy rains

And yet you leave me

Like a train.

A train that breaks 

A mother's heart;

A train that breaks 

A family apart.

One to send away all our loves.

And yet

I still love you.

Oh, August.

Don't leave me so soon.

~August, by yours truly

Kitty has to go,

Grace Anna Rose