August
A month of waning summer days
Umpire calls and balls on Willow.
Grey clouds menacing do billow,
Until the rain on pavement plays.
Sun catches drops; a rainbow makes.
Thunder, light; slowly, Autumn wakes.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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