In the evening, there's warmth to an August Moon and the fullness of midsummer. It is a generous moon that lights the green hills with a kind of ripening-apple-glow. There is a mellowness about a moon lit night in August that is a sweet antidote for the cicada heat and the dusty glare of the sun.
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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