Notes of An August Poet

NOTES OF AN AUGUST POET

I take note of the wild daisies that shrink from
the blaze of the day, how they're clumped heavenly sweet
like little white stars from my childhood; I ache

for the petalled lungs of coneflowers, labored
and drooping, how they're dumbed down by heat,
half-masted in anticipation of their short lives.

I hunt for comfort beneath the giant oak as it shades me
with its gigantic ideas, noticing the space between
the branches more than the branches themselves, watching

as a flock of wrens scatter, still keeping the shape
of the tree they fled from, shaking the last of July
off their wings.

I wander and pause, eyeing the gluttonous bee
as it double dips its belly in golden sugar,
seeking solace in a snapdragon's throat. I sweat,

and daydream, and wave hello to August, inhaling
its humid breath while my heart swells,
while the spider weaves, while the peach grows.

© Sherri Brannon 2014

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade a grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive. ~Eleanora Duse

I'm sharing my poem today at Poets United - click HERE to go visit! Thank you for stopping by. I took the photo with my iPhone and used the Mextures app to give it a little more character.