August can feel tired
cardinal flowers are blooming along the creek
three weeks into August,
a week and a half ago would be when they start
and when it would have been time for me
to transit from mountains to piedmont,
from vacation to work,
now the cardinal flowers are not harbingers
but rather an integral part of the illustrations of this season,
the air pregnant with too much water,
the forest green with too much life,
even the sun on the trees across the way
seems tired and half-hearted,
not bright with promise the way it so often is
as I sit here late afternoon,
August can feel exhausted, not exuberant as in spring,
it is hard to write about anything besides the sweat
that the day makes me pay for being here, now,
behind me quartz is piled up like treasure,
kids recently were enticed by its dirty-white unique self,
they must have felt and found wonder,
how wonderful that this "cabin on the creek"
still exists and can still welcome
many to find their way here and open themselves
to however the world reveals its magic to them.
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