august is a wicked month
will be glad to see the back of it
winter can pack its bags
good riddance
tis the season
of maelstrom and mayhem
around the world
in personal life as well
bring on la primavera
one week to go
can cope better with
fragrant blossoms
blue skies
bird chorus
longer days
and of course
goes without sayin
mangoes
Ha, I always have to remember you live where it is WINTER now. Thus, I don't blame you for saying you will be glad to see the back of August. That is the way I always feel about OUR winter months as well! Ah-- mangoes!
ReplyDeleteSo amazing to think of our opposite seasons changing on both sides of the world. Our days are drawing down with earlier darkness already. Lovely that mangoes will be part of that change for you.
ReplyDeleteThis Autumn was tragic for us too. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteooops....I meant August, not autumn...
DeleteOooh what a delighFULL poem and a different take on the season than over here in Long Island, NY, USA
ReplyDelete"august is a wicked month
ReplyDeletewill be glad to see the back of it"
It seems that both sides of the world have difficulty with August. It doesn't live up to its august name!
Aah mangoes - how juicy and sweet - we are fading into winter as you bloom into summer - I hope it will be a happier time for you - Jae
ReplyDeleteI love the upside-down-ness of ‘Down-under’, Rall, when we are at opposite ends of the seasonal spectrum. As you are leaving winter, we are on the verge of it. I love the alliterative phrase ‘maelstrom and mayhem’, and that’s what it feels like right now. Mangoes are always welcome.
ReplyDeleteAh...yes, mangoes!
ReplyDeleteThere is always much to look forward to in spring. Glad you are heading towards it Rall.
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