This is a poem I posted on Facebook and forgot to post here. I especially like this one because it is the most concise expression I have written about the feelings I have experienced every August we have lived here. My main criteria for my poetry is that it be accurate, this expresses my thoughts accurately.
Reaching August
In northwest Montana
August will sometimes
reach thin, cool fingers
to the burning brow of summer,
with wind whispered promises
of autumn rest.
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