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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
