August Feels Like

August feels like -
             - the beginning of the end
like light starting to slant
days waning, and life slowing

August feels like -
             - nights gathering crisp air
like fires burning
heat fading, and night building

August feels like -
             - bags packed and ready to go
like grabbing a sweater as you leave
final chapter starting, a fresh beginning

(I wrote this back in March, in one of the long days of quarantine when it felt like August would never arrive. How much is different, how much is the same.)

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