An August wind so strong, my mind thought the
stars would sway
to and fro with every fresh burst and sigh,
blew a ghostly mood across the land
from the mountains, like a final breath
as winter lies down to die,
or a life giving air supply
to the spring spark eagerly glowing
to ignite into burning summer;
or ’haps clear horses leading
the brooding grey chariots
of electric arrows and a thundering war-drummer.
It burns my lungs and flushes my eyes,
entrancing me to one who discovers the truly
magical:
a spell from horizon to horizon,
bewitching the still dead into a waiting,
a brimming yearning, for the signal.
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© Jason Horsler
21/08/94 - In South Africa, August is the windy month before Spring.
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