Nomad Writer

August stumbled
On the back of July
With a flustered flail
And unsure strides
Unlike its usual promenade
Brusquely brushing its sister aside
Sharp and heavy steps
Leaving footprints
Like a branding iron hovered near
It fell on its face
Cheeks fat and grey
With a loud cry
That carried echoes
Of a humorous chorus
Cooling the air
With its mortified breath
But the rain followed close behind
An empathic shawl layered thick
Blotting the sun’s taunting smirk
At its clumsy entrance