Last day of August—
 
among lantana blossoms,
 
ladybugs make love.

 
 
 

bitter iced coffee
 
to help swallow bitter news—
 
dog days of August

 
 
 

Late-August dreaming:
 
I filch a ripe purple plum
 
from a bowl of fruit.

 
 
 

New moon of August—
 
before me an unseen path
 
awaits my footsteps.

 
 
 

First week of August—
 
the wait time’s growing longer
 
for morning glories.

 
 
 

On an August day
 
I seek respite from the sun—
 
shadows of the oak.

 
 
 

To welcome August,
 
I plant scarlet runner beans
 
among spent cornstalks.

 
 
 

August afternoon—
 
a yellow marigold blooms
 
in an old blue pot.

 
 
 

First day of August—
 
two doves on my backyard fence
 
keep preening themselves.

Worn

 
 
 

First day of August—
 
even the wind is worn out
 
from chasing red kites.