My August

My August stretches
as long as a free afternoon
lounging on a beach towel,
ripe and humid,
a citrus kiss of summer.
My August swelters
on the front porch swing,
sipping lemonade under a hot pink sunset.
My August takes its full share
of sunny days and holds them 
high in the air,
watching over symphonies of cicadas
and choruses of crickets.