August

It is the end of August. I stare at the calender... I blink and another month has gone by. A lost song I once wrote comes into focus "You turn your head and summers gone, Autumn leaves are turning gold". I swear I heard the leaves crunch under my feet today when I took August out for a walk.
August is so full... I feel it might just burst at the seams. I went to the farm with my friend Amanda the other day to pick basil for pesto and cucumbers to make dill pickles. It is breathtaking there... sunflowers.bright.yellow. hanging their heads as if to pray. it is holy there. tomatoes green and red on the vine. I remember last year about this time. We were at the farm picking tomatoes for canning. My belly swollen and stretched to hold my baby. Bending to pick the tomatoes. I kept thinking it was like cutting the cord. I kept thinking about my child as a beautiful ripe tomato.
August is here. I'm trying to breathe it in. I want to can it and open it sometime in the dead of winter. The smell of summer, the green of basil, the hope of harvest. The love I have for my son August right now. I am bursting at the seams.

summertime