Something about August guts me
The end of summer the start of school
Change imperceptible tranquil days
The carnivals having come now gone
The light of endless afternoons
Weeds grown wild and sturgeon moons
Enliven creation through night’s duration
In August we open our cellar door
We splash wine across the floor
The harvest begun we couldn’t ask for more
Behind the soldier month the bulwark
The moving immensity of this eternal life