August
August is the heavy grapes in the vineyard, and the lacy leaf where the Japanese beetle feasted. August is a hastening sun, earlier to bed and later to rise. August is summer thinking of the cut and color of her autumn costume.
At summer a tree has spread it's green tiers of foliage outside Your window, spray on spray of Airy leaves that set the sun And shade to dancing on your floor. Through the long summer You came to take it for granted. And almost ceased to see it.
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