August is a shameless flirt
With coy blue skies that tease of coming Fall.
Her hot breezes hint of cooler purpose,
Shyly rustling autumnal bells of melancholy.
Oh cruel, cruel lady! Forbear!
Our hearts cry out for deliverance
From the pangs and sorrows of summer’s blasting Sun,
Cry out for the sweet embrace of Fall.
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