By Dawn M. Sanders
When August turns up father sun is basking in full daylight, summer is everlasting.
With summer everlasting, we dance, we sing, we smoke, drink and flirt with life, nature and thought of escaping our self-made enclosures and protective shell.
The thought of escaping when we can, we must and with the temporary freedom of the light which allows us to frolic, fleeing the confines of safe havens.
Father sun has baked us all, has baked the earth.
He has shone his intensive and domineering light in all-prevailing excellence with the splendour of August as parties and wars all over the earth rave, change is brewing.
Across land, sea and skies, lady autumn whispers her promise.
A fleeting shadow, her gentle breath, calming steady hand resting softly, loosely on the switch of equinox.
Closing the curtain of light, skirmish and retiring of father sun.
She is slow, patient, but deliberate with her intention, quiet allure and commanding wisdom – the inner wisdom she brings to us all.
She tells us, ‘It’s winding down time, year is finishing it’s window of time’ as humanity ponders transition and consequence.
I’ve often thought, there’s something about August, it’s subtle metamorphosis. Something I can’t quite fathom or put my meek little finger on, but there’s no need.
As lady autumn stands gracefully on the threshold, ready to greet us, gifting us a kaleidoscope of colour, melancholy – gently dimming the light for nature’s hibernation.
In her majestic beauty she prepares Gaia for the next in the procession of life, in the parade of seasons.
After a new kind of scorching heat as the climate changes, I welcome the rain, the cool autumnal calm, the sanctuary of darkness, the piercing fires of collective human spirit.
Father sun has taken his rightful vantagepoint in the sky.
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