August

He came and went,

never asked for seconds.

The moonlight gave him pardons in the soil.

light makes way for a root to be yanked;

earth.

a silent coo for its mother.

he now flies toward the sun,

as it sets

away from me.

Toward a new tomorrow

a silent night

a leaf dies for winter.

I am living for the air

cooling

softly

letting go

in