August - Zualteii Poonte

 

August with its

wild, sweeping curtains of fog and mist

that cover and lift, and cover and lift

over the landscape throughout the day.

And the rain,

the relentless, unceasing rain

that pounds and punishes the earth,

the sludge on roads

from hillsides that slide

in slow motion, upending

full grown trees left rootless

in brutal aftermath.

And when the rains hold,

the heavy humid heat that

oppresses and threatens

yet more rain.

Plath called it the odd uneven time;

the rain reigns most days in August.

Blogger's Note: To celebrate my retirement after 40 years of teaching English lit. at college this August, I thought I'd post one of my own writings. I hope to use my new free time to bring out a book or two, perhaps even an anthology of some of the writings collected here.

Let's see how things go.