An Ode to August

You are the grass stained month
Covered in faded greens and sleepy blues
I find you yawning on my porch
To share your melancholy hues
 
Your humidity blankets the rolling hills
But I forgive your oppressive memory
When your whispered wind chills
And kisses the sky with honey
 
Gone are the honeysuckle walks of June
And the firefly nights of mid-July
But here you are with a blue moon
And grass stains on your thigh
 
Nestled between the solstice
And the sunlight from my childhood
You yield your breath to the equinox
Know I would keep you if I could
 
Instead I sit with you as your colors wane
Full of warmth and stormy days
You leave as quickly as you came
And take with you the sun's dying rays