August winds
August winds
the winds arrive early this year,
leaning through the last days of winter
with their dry insistence,
moving across the month
huffing and puffing it forward.
august has always carried
this restless breath
—a stirring in the trees,
a shifting of light,
a sense that something near
is preparing to open.
I feel it in the way
the air stirs up the stillness,
each gust seeming to lift
the long weight of the year
toward its next shape.
soon the calendar will turn,
as these winds press forward
our twentieth year coming into view
—not with fanfare,
but with the steady push
clearing a space
where days gather themselves
forming a quiet line
toward whatever comes.
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Poetry by arquious
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2026-08-24 at 15:11
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