How I Fell in Love with a Man Named August

How I Fell In Love with a Man Named August

The autumn breeze drifts through the sleepy town,
lulling the town with its droopy breaths.
The children hang back, tired and dismissive
of the playground below.
Time had come for the winter's keep,
time for the trees to sleep.
Among these streets, where the cars stood still,
and not even the chimes on the diner door made a sound,
was where the man named August was found.
August was bright, cheerful, and honest;
He spoke with grace and eloquence as
the words his mouth formed danced on the air of the land.
"Why does the town sleep? Is a curse at play here?"
The little boy below, cradling a book in his arms,
glanced up from his perch on the bench,
and asked the new man what he meant.
"I am not asleep, sir, not I,
and I fear the curse does not fool my eye."
August smiled and bowed his head,
for his searching at last had come to an end.
This little sleepy town was his, it was true,
and he, too, was not fooled by the curse.


Why, yes, this is a poem inspired by Once Upon A Time, and why yes, I do realize I am a tad obsessed. But I mean....his name's August. You're kind of obliged to love him.