We are in the middle moving toward the end. There’s still so much to enjoy the next couple of weeks – fairs galore, harvesting of the new crops, shopping trips for new school and work duds, still time for vacations, a super blue moon on the 30th and more. After coming across a couple of short poems that made me smile, I decided to stick with August one more time. Here they are.
Buttercup nodded and said good-bye,
Clover and daisy went off together,
But the fragrant water lilies lie
Yet moored in the golden August weather. - Celia Thaxter (1835–1894
All the long August afternoon,
The little drowsy stream
Whispers a melancholy tune,
As if it dreamed of June
And whispered in its dream.
The thistles show beyond the brook
Dust on their down and bloom,
And out of many a weed-grown nook
The aster-flowers look. – William Dean Howells