august

The Baby’s Breath
like frost in summer
scatters coolness
over the black -

- the bugs fly swarming
scared from grasses
ranging round
my garden’s track.

The greens are shocks of
life from darkness
Miraculous and
earthy all -

- the very air
is humming warmly;
the very sky
pulls flowers tall.

These August days
are gifts like frosting
Over a heavy
yearlong cake -

- so much to do,
but for this minute
I have to stop and
just partake.