Ruth Walters

August Again - Poem by Ruth Walters

We slide into August without realising
though we've waited for her to appear
since the beginning of January.

Heat, yellowed grass, rain, muddied boots
are all common during her stay.
Such a mixed cup, fickle as the year.

Then, as we adjust to long, warm summer evenings
they darken again as August
slides away like a slippery girl

sliding out of our lives like a dinner date
climbing out of the ladies room window
when she can't face desert.

We yearn for her still, but she's off,
running like the Cheater until next year
when we meet again, blushing

Topic(s) of this poem: Seasons

Comments about August Again by Ruth Walters

  • Bri Edwards (9/5/2013 12:40:00 AM)

    another good one ruth. in the good ol' usa we spell realising differently...realizing. but i'll let you spell it the king's (or is it queen's?) way. and we might say mixed bag instead of mixed cup. i really liked the use of a woman to portray august, and in such a comical? way. what, pray tell, does Cheater refer to? we, of course, have no such thing in the colonies! thanks for sharing. bri (Report) Reply

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  • (8/26/2013 4:21:00 PM)

    I love the blush at the end :) (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (8/7/2013 6:54:00 AM)

    You to master nature well in your write! I enjoy this. kudos and long time! (Report) Reply

  • (8/6/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    Beautiful descriptions of the wayward month eloquently and creatively personified as it turns from those that welcomed it but may come again, ruthless feckless child. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 25, 2014

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