By Catherine Keefe.
Then everywhere I looked: feathers.
One of my favorite tiny poems, a poem I discovered at Words Without Borders, goes like this.
The Moon and the Feather
by Humberto Ak abal
gave me a feather.
In my hand
it felt like singing.
The moon laughed
and told me
to learn to sing.
I like the idea that a feather might be a gift from the moon.
August was night dancing under the moon with my husband. And laughing. And feathers and shells and reflecting on my whiteness against a backdrop of darker skin. August was making a daily practice of finding a poem in each day. August was bare feet and figs, jazz and learning to wait for peaches to ripen.
August ends. School begins.
Did you you honor the gifts of August?
Will you sing?
For more “August was…” images, check out The August Break, 2015, a community project curated by Susannah Conway, a photographer, author and teacher we greatly admire over here at Backyard Sisters. You can review the month-long photo challenge to “Live inside each moment,” by checking the more than 19,000 posts at #augustbreak2015 on Instagram, Facebook, and Flickr.