My birthday is in August and has always been my favorite month of the year. Here’s a poem I wrote about it.
Cool August,
My favorite time of year.
For centuries, my anniversary.
You are the love I hold most dear.
With my lion heart
Awaiting the time
Of rebirth
Of the sublime.
Pale September,
The season I most loath
It takes away the warm breezes.
To my dear august, I do woe.
I see you in vision
Of pale blue light.
I see you in honest springs
In the center of twilight.
I long for the time of birthday dreams.
An auspicious pallet of tastes divine.
A lover’s hand do I see turn to dust.
No more the strong gentle and kind.
Age takes the vessels
But not the soul.
Love brings back the memories
That once turned to coal.
Cease the fire
In these words we do jest.
As we wait for time
Bring back our Cool August.
Beautiful piece and advance happy birthday… in case I forget 
Beautiful poem. My daughter also chose Aug as her Wedding month
Love the message, very meaning poem
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