Melting Snow

August

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Parking Lot

Cracks,
in the black asphalt,
form giant rivers
flowing through grass-less plains
to water helpless lands.

The "Blogging Circle of Friends "  prompt for DAY 1721
“The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
How would you describe August?

August

August is a month of sizzling beauty,
Under sunny skies we laugh and play,
Grateful for city pools and water parks.
Until an August thunderstorm rolls in:
Sitting in our apartments we watch the lightning;
Thunder grumbles frightening the neighbors dogs.

August in Oklahoma

When the griddle of August sizzled,
Grandpa took us out for ice cream cones,
And sometimes to an afternoon matinee.