August stay, that we might play, please let our summer linger
Lest the trees, let loose their leaves, and turn to bony fingers

Your poppy brings us dreams of dragons, breathing smoke and fire
Your onyx sports, its black and shiny, formal-wear attire

Lay still upon the grass in August; find a four-leaf clover
Wish upon it quickly, that the summer not be over

In the early evening, feel a chill not felt in June
Whispering a quiet call that fall is coming soon

Memories of summer, did and done but still remembered
August had its way but soon, will fall into September

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”

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