IN AUGUST

Photo by S. Auberle

IN AUGUST

Bless this sun, this summer day,
bless the lake, the trees,
the thrush singing in the oak.

Bless that black-as-the-devil raven
muttering old prayers.
Bless you and me.

Immerse us in August heat
till we burn with joy,
till we remember

what has been forgotten:
how high Icarus flew
before he fell.

~  Mimi