Margaret on Lammas

I remember you in most in August
Though your birthday was in July
I still smile at your Pele lava hair
The Sunflowers that would grace your Altar
While your hands and fingers would express
The wit in those sharp cat green eyes
Lammas is its own special wisdom
When you open your heart, she would say
Yes, it is first Harvest but it fore-tells the fall
Pay attention to the comings and goings in life
They are the chapters of your story
Bloom like a sunflower be full of seeds to feed others
Be joyful in life to burst like the dandelion
From yellow-gold to white then let the wind
Carry your song for others to find