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.
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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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I don’t think i could live anywhere but New England…just love the changing seasons although I complain A LOT when it is minus 24 degrees here in the winter!! 🙂
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