August 25, 2014

Come August

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 11:15 pm

Fire under a
still night
a clear night
of only one
cloud of only two

A night of early
August not as
humid and overwhelming
as the nights of
June or of
July when heat brought
about sudden storms.

Flames now rising
in the pit before
me like an orange
rose broad and full
accompanied by the
beautiful song of sustained
cricket hum.

More stars begin
to join the full
moon above that
shines like nature’s
light bulb guiding
me in thought, inspiration,
and inner summer peace.




  1. fabulous poem miguel. here august means stuffy humid heat of monsoon departure.

    it is exactly like that right now.

    Comment by Sharmishtha Basu — August 26, 2014 @ 2:13 am

    • Its mixed where I am. It can be hot, then it can be cool then back and forth. When I lived in the south, it was very hot and humid. Hugs!!

      Comment by migueltio — August 26, 2014 @ 3:30 pm

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