Sunday, August 3, 2014


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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