August’s Pages

She has a way about her


She boils and stirs

The air

Until heavy and thick


In the intensity

We bow

Resigned to knowing

Mere flowers, we are

Dried between

August’s pages

An homage to her

When the calendar reflects

The depths of wintertime

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