August knows she grants her season’s blooming,
fruited best, with elegance, finesse
and volupté:
she has her way with everything from peaches
to salt hay – exhorting each to reach
a state
of excellence to which they could not hope
without her to aspire. Our tears fall
every
year when yet again September
reappears and she must
once again retire.
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