Pieces of July ((Make puzzle pictures of August))

These pieces of July
are falling fragrantly around.
Dissolving, dying, and shattering,
all upon the August ground.

The green comes in so quickly,
seemingly a suicidal deal.
It slips out beneath my desperate fingers,
before I can believe it to be real.

Every day the calender turns,
the clocks are ticking fast.
Write away these monsters, dear,
try to shove them in your past.

Anxiety works like a pill,
swallowed and working it's why down.
Waiting, counting, anticipating...
preparing for August whence we'll drown.

Every instant drags me closer,
making this July seem further and further away.
Take a breath; it's another step...
just a step further from today.