August

A moment spawns forever views
  Of days eternally like this.
I see sardonyx and chartreuse
  Wherever you have sown a kiss
To chase away my days of blues.

I am inspired to pen your days
  Of sultry heat and starry nights.
But though a field of words I graze,
  Not one I find can reach your heights,
Nor blaze your chaise or light your fraise.

What words can I recite to you?
  For you, O August, are ablaze
Because the sun has loved you too.
  And so I hold no sway or ways
For words through poesy to coo.

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chaise = horse-drawn carriage
fraise = decorative ruff worn at the neck