August is the dying month
When hot July struggles to keep her hold
Moving toward a hopeless chilled September
Pretending to be summer
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You make great use of imagery in your poems - children stirring the cold out of the sky; the butterfly as refined deceiver. I like the use of the single line as heading to each stanza.
Wow, I've read alot of poems about fall/autumn but never one like this Wanda! What a picture you paint here. Great poem. (But, I still love August!) :) Sincerely, Mary
usually i love autumn, but this year the passing of summer has been like watching a good friend die. fantastic poem! Jake
A must read a second and third tine and then again! swallowing....like the illusion very much!