Dear August

by inbetweenroses

When I gathered the dishevelled hair of mine, forcing my black mane into a  hair tie, your heat penetrates against my bare back. But August, I feel no misgivings towards to you. In fact, I gladly receive your heat; the liberating warmth, the slight light-headed feeling that accompanies, the distant sounds of fans whirring in the background, the greenery and the life. You make me nostalgic for the climate of my motherland, where my roots first touched. You are beautifully warm and bright in your entirety. August, can I wish for you forever, before your bitter sister, winter hurriedly replaces you? (Photo credits: PeachyKeenJellyBean)