It’s difficult for me to choose a favorite from my almanac series (even though I mentioned having a least favorite), but this month holds a special place in my heart… I’m not exactly a fan of the excessive heat, but Florida’s heat is tolerable depending on factors like humidity and mosquitoes. Growing up in tropical and subtropical climates, I became accustomed to August being rainy but relatively calm—before the storms of hurricane season pummel us into soaked pulp that lies dormant for fall and winter…
August is hot, but teeming with life!
~ August ~
August carries a flute of bees,
drums up the heat. I have seen
a crow consider a heap of straw
with more sense than I have
considered entire days. Seen an
old dog care for a roll in the grass
even more than it cared for this
thing called dignity. Even a few
misplaced seeds have grown taller
than I’ll grow. What of me is worthy
to sit in the red shade of an oak
and its desire to touch at more sky?
