August
August dog-days
gardens parasol
....bedecked
picknicing wasps
wander unchecked
tidelines explored
on a rockpool beach
driftwood stranded
bleached
hammock sleeping
'neath a halo'ed sun
a signal
from thunder clouds
curtains of rain
turn day
.into night
august gold
becomes monsoon
spider's web
where fruit appear
days of moisture
lie ahead 'til the
end of year
fading poppy pods
steeple the scene
where grasses sway
&winged ants fly
in the benign heat
to blur the sky
then
thunder becomes
a welcome storm
swallows start to pack
& begin
to say good-bye
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