8.29.20 August Slips

August slips away in whispers

in heated moments and memories that disappear like vapor in the wind

Days that were meant to lengthen and stretch endlessly

quietly lessen

until the cicadas hush their song and the fireflies blink last

Suddenly a cool breeze appears like an uninvited guest

and the reality of endings come into play

Sun-filled, sea salt days become future wishes

instead of present joys

as sand castles are pulled back into the stuff of dreams

August slips away in whispers –

but the memory of her remains

glittering and golden …

until we meet again