August

She was tall
Yet I wished that she would grow taller
Beyond the fleshy pine trees
that stood high above windy mountain peaks

And she was hot
Yet I wished that she would grow hotter
through many cold winter nights
To be even hotter than her present summer air

But just when I began to think that maybe
That she just might increase a little further,
She gets clamped at the feet
by the force of gravity Pulling her down

Her name was August
and she was four feet tall;
Four very pleasant feet
That were measured in weeks.