Poem: August Today

August Today

What is this on the wind, this scent that stirs my soul?
There is a feeling riding it that’s been more than ten years gone.
It smells like warmth and rain, and something more
that I just can’t put my finger on.

I want to buy a pint, and face the setting sun;
drink deeply, close my eyes, and let it come tumbling in;
the rays, days, smells, tastes, every little thing
that drifts upon this wind.

I raise my glass again, all the better for the knowing
that change may come with swinging staves and reap a hefty toll.
The wind tumbles over and pulls the sun with it,
bathing me in gold.

Copyright August 9, 2011 – Amber Shehan