Late August
by krstaten
We are waiting
for the final storm, the last drowning,
the one that rolls in black and threatening,
promising biblical, and then leaves
its clouds behind for months to guard
the chill. We are waiting for those rare
weeks of reprieve between the suffocation
and the burial, between the drowning
and the death, relieved and furious
that both can’t be over at once.
Katie Staten 
Love it! I really liked the line “and leaves its clouds behind…to guard the chill.”
I’m so excited for fall.
LikeLike
Me, too. I always feel like there’s a close symbolic tie between the common perception of summer as a thing of freedom vs. the oppression of the heat, and I think I accidentally end up writing about that a lot during the summer.
I’m just ready for a break, any break, even if I know it’s just going to be a pause before the next thing.
LikeLike