Two more days and this year's August will vanish forever.
Maybe you're Anxious for fading greens to turn to golds and rusts
and hot, angry weather to mellow into cooler crisper days.
Before I give August too swift of a kick in the behind maybe I'd be wise to think of January and February days ahead.
When the memory of warm breezes through open windows, slow walks with the dogs past waving corn stalks, an evening bike ride with the pungent smell of late summer in my nostrils would have me wishing I'd savored the last two days of August.