August moon, melts my heart
How long I have waited, for this final thaw
August moon, spills me out
In a pool of sonnets, while the breeze cools on by
Just you and I, August moon.
DAY 1: THE POWER OF MUSIC
I was taking my own medicine this morning, meaning: singing this song in hopes of centering, of calming my anxious body-mind when it hit me: going slowly is like…