August Melancholy

August came with a sudden haze

of melancholy. We still ran barefooted

along warm summer sidewalks,

but always with the knowledge
that Labor Day lurked at our heels,

signaling the last of the lemonade stands
and lime Popsicles, the tire swing
creaking through windless hours.

It came with a rush of sunset and flash

of street lights, shadows caught in a blink,
a mother dragging us home by the arm.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

You brought me back to New Jersey Augusts with this wonderful write. We knew the crisp Autumn air would soon make it necessary to wear jackets and then the snow would fall. We knew summer was over and school was starting. Nice memories....and you bring them to life with your words. Lydi**

[Lisa Lindsey]

For sure Ohio Augusts are just like Jersey Augusts, and for us kids it was sad knowing summer vacation was almost over. Thanks for the review Lydi! I'm glad to see you here after last night, and I'm hoping monster Matthew is gone!

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, Matthew is away from us now. We were so very lucky. Our friends and family from Orlando north are not quite so lucky.

[Lisa Lindsey]

I hope they're okay. I know Florida got clobbered bad and Haiti's death toll continues to rise. So scary.

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed! The people of Haiti had not recovered from the earthquake over 6 years ago.

[Kelly Scheppers]

This is my favorite time of year, for it ushers in the holidays, and I'm just a kid at heart when it comes to the holidays. But you're right, there is a certain melancholy you feel, knowing that Labor Day is lurking close by.

I always feel melancholy whenever I read your seasonal writes, and I believe I've told you that many times. My pulse just seems to quicken, and my sighs are inhaled a bit deeper whenever I read them. It's the poignancy that makes them come full circle.

I wish you the very best of autumns, my friend!

[Lisa Lindsey]

Hey Kelly, you're like me in that you capture the pulse in the seasons because it ties in with life and death, losses and gains. Goodbyes are always melancholy so there's a sadness saying goodbye to each of the seasons, except for autumn. That's when the holidays begin lol Thanks so much, Kelly.