it’s that time again in a place
called August that is not quite sure
who it is or where it wants to be
with summer that has already begun
taking on the tinge of memory again?
with fall the season of visual overload
and angst at what lies ahead?
stay with me here awhile as we ponder
this development that crept up on us
when we weren’t looking that went the way
of muggy nights and steamy days when
even the birds were silent and the moon
strained toward its usual intensity
moody as it slipped in and out from behind
mists it never ordered
soon it will all change again and i’ll behold
you all in your autumn splendor brief interlude
before the real fall
before the sentence ends
the period applied.