August and after

August lacks the willpower to hold its breath
through a summer storm. No, the gusts
of a petulant season mark time
on our window, the rhythm of rain soaking me
to tranquility even in the face of ferocity.

Red-faced & resolute, even summer must end —
I see its breath, I see the wind, I see
the trees return to repose as the sky blues again.

We all have endings but with a pilgrim’s optimism
I start on another page of this diary, determined
to find more white sheets have been inked
in the months that fall somewhere
behind a summer storm’s last howl.


© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

Written for dVerse “Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized” 

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Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

6 thoughts on “August and after

  1. This is absolutely stellar writing 🙂 I especially like; “with a pilgrim’s optimism I start on another page of this diary, determined to find more white sheets have been inked.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt ❤❤

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