August is here.

August came as the promise of rain,
on a dark gray morning,
mists and low light,
the distance not in sight.

Such a joy to stay in,
bake up a little storm,
the smell of burnt rosemary,
adding earthiness to the home.
I indulge in the gray,
brew myself a strong pour,
let the distance stay distant,
and take care of what’s near.

August came as the promise of rain,
on a dark gray morning,
mists and low light,
the distance not in sight.

Instagram handle – @words.and.other.comforts

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