"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
There is something gently menacing about August.. The dragon-breath is felt in those roses.
Very strong images, luv it, happy you dropped by to read mineMuch love...
I love the dragon metaphor.
This is just perfect. Love your autumn images.
So perfect. August is a dragon.Thanks for visiting.
I hate the scent of brittle too. Everything in California is dry, dry, dry. The moon is the only thing that looks a little milky.
August is a dragon, what a striking metaphor ~ Really well done Susie ~
Sheesh. This is awesome.
Have you been reading my mind? Because these rain-less days (in Washington State) have certainly make me "hate the scent of brittle".
Autumn does not seem to be awaited for! Heat of summer is lingering menacinglyHank
August is the herald of the little deaths that start in September, fierce and consuming like a dragon.
August is a wicked month..your poem is mastery in imagery...brilliant !
August does become a dragon...
This conveys an autumnal mood very well.
Best ever description of August, my least favorite month.
I just realized that I was typing the exact same comment as Other Mary! This is a brilliant piece.
Very beautifully said, all the same.
I love the dragon!!
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