When I Think Of August.. By: Danielle Nicole Watson (Dedicated to my unborn son)

When I think of August, I think of

Robust trees swaying in a warm easy breeze.

I think of blue skies and puffy white clouds

That lazily roll by like cotton candy.

Sometimes imagination gives them life as

They resemble shapes and animals.

They remind me of my thoughts floating

Keenly in the vast blue of my endless mind,

Bursting with excitement and promise.

Just as a cloud becomes ripe with rain

So do my thoughts pour down words

To kiss the page like a fresh honest summer

Rain blesses silken green pastures and deep

Forests of adventures, embracing

My senses with an air of clarity.

When I think of August, I think of

Jeweled speckles of sunlight peppering

A canopy of leaves as I lay beneath the trees

And dream of what it would be like to walk

In between the rain drops and ride on the breeze.

To wade through the sunlight and buzz with the bees.

When I think of August, I think of

Giggling children sun kissed and carefree

Bubbling and brimming with excitement and wonder.

Big brown eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Fresh pages in the Book of Life on which

The story of their journey hasn't even begun.

They are fresh and full of promise

And God has His eye on each one.

When I think of August, I think of

The gossiping trees whispering as I

Borrow their shade from the honest sun.

I wonder as the tickle the air with their busy secret

If the are poets like me finding joy in everything

Stirring my soul with the prose hidden in

Each rustling leaf.

When I think of August, I think of

Majestic mahogany trees tall and strong,

Imperial like a forest of warriors earthen black and Ancestral.

I think of a drum beating like a heart

Inciting cries of joy and leaping steps upon its arrival.

When I think of August, I think of

Fullness and Time

With patience we must await it but

Like a promise it arrives.

When I think of August, I think of

The end of your pain.

I think of a new meaning to your smile,

A new strength in your walk,

An unspoken peace in your talk.

I think of joy LaToya, and endless love.

I smile at the thought of the gift that

God has blessed you with

A little Prince with ten little fingers and ten little toes

On hands and feet that will do great things

And go places we never imagined.

When I think of August, I think of

The arrival of royalty and the promise of a King.

By: Danielle Nichole Watson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was given to me by a dear friend of mine during my last month of pregnancy.

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