for me,
august brings forth prosperity & bliss.
warm summery breezes that smell of the sea.
flushed cherry red cheeks & alluring tan lines.
birthdays for people i love.
botanicals that bloom & nourish me and my family.
radiant sun beams that heal & strengthen my vessel.
for me,
august brings forth changes & realizations.
whispers of fall.
the awakening of warm spices in my cup.
the poignant yet deliciously comforting sting of nostalgia.
and though the heat is still alive and well in august,
there is a chill that lingers there.
from memories, perhaps.
or from the awaiting autumn crisp.
alas, the melancholy of my soul sings a tune i’m oh so familiar with— in august— a deep guttural love lives and breathes.
it rest peacefully within me until it is disturbed.
august,
you bring me to the deepest place of love.
august,
you overwhelm me with sorrows & grief.
i think of elvis most days.
there isn’t one day that passes where he isn’t resting naturally within my chest.
he has a home there.
a home amongst my ribs.
nestled there, inspiring and teaching.
i think of elvis most days.
perhaps august is no different.
or perhaps it stands alone in its depth.
perhaps it’s meant to be different.
because you see, for me, august brings forth emotions that cannot easily be expressed with words.
what it’s brings, can only be felt within.
august, you see, brings me to my knees.
and elvis, well, he is at the heart of august.
there he is,
resting in the sticky heat.
in the sting of nostalgia.
in the burn of the sunbeams.
in the warm summery breeze.
in the whispers of fall.
in the melancholy of my soul.
in my gut.
in my chest.
in all of our hearts.
mary, this one is for you.
thank you for the continuous encouragement, love and support. and for the reminders of why i’m here.
