Hello August-Fountainarena

Yesterday we bade July farewell

After a long thirty and one days of cleansing

Now you are here with us

 Looking gallant and feeble 

Cooling our lips with your freezy smile

Even the water splashes you threw smoothen

Our thirsty soil whose pant causes fame

Sit oh sit, dear August and soak our feet with bliss

 Of melodious Folk comfort with rest and peace 

Seized under your chilled fount 

Until the passing of the new month

Calling gate of perfect symphony our guest

Hold with you first fall

And second trickling by ripe solo

In third feast of heat and chimney

And five decor of blue skin

Hovering around the earth above

Taiwo Ayeni

©2022

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Brief analysis...

When a new month appears, there is always a prayer we make in our silence corner. 

And that is, "this new month should be better than the later".  

The content of this short read isn't far from this prayer, as the poet tries to plead with the new month (August) to with hold the harshness of the previous month until its passing.