August

August, a month of

Heavy air, morning mists and summer’s last hurrah.

Its sultry nights are drenched in humid air and thunder

With light shows between the clouds at midnight and

Rain hissing in the dark on the forest green.

Late summer dawns are still and thick and hang over

Flowers spent and gardens full.

In late August the earth speaks to me in fruits and vegetables,

Hay fields and corn rows, empty fields and full root cellars,

Reminding me that Summer’s end is near.

2 thoughts on “August

  1. I remember all of this… down here it signifies the end of monsoon season and the daily downpours, though the heat remains. August was always my favorite month, so laid back, hot sultry days, echoes of baseball games and kids playing in the neighborhood. Thanks for reminding me, my friend. 😊

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