August tried to warn
Us of her impending move.
She sent us cool drafts,
Chilling memos of warning.
Yet, wrapped in sweaters
We missed her exiting.
Undercover of night,
With just the moon as witness,
Fall bearing September came.
Choka
Heat wave crashes
High Atmospheric air meets
August sun rising
Haiku
Balloons are nothing without
Air and neither are we.
Life
Lesson:
Our lives are
Only as good as our
Next deposit into them.
Seek to aerate your life daily
Acrostic
Life is like a balloon; you must put something into it to get the best possible results. —William Cranch Bond
Morning sun peeks out
Smell of Spring is in the air
February wanes
Haiku
