August

The full blackberry rich upon heavy-hanging vine, Tart and sweetness unrivaled, bursts as you bite. Butterflies to chase by cats and dogs And little girls in yellow dresses. Boys' mischief, green frog legs jumping away. The slow time specialty of summer, Sunlight spilling around you before the rain of evening cricket song. Your grandmother's voice: crystalline wind chimes upon the air. December 9, 2016 For Brian Strand's contest - 'NO 246 any form-any theme with max of 12 lines'

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Paul Callus

Date: 12/11/2016 3:15:00 PM

You paint a lovely August, Doug; you ably appeal to the senses. #7 Regards // paul

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/11/2016 4:32:00 PM

Thank you, Paul. What is the best season of the year? Impossible question.

Paloma P

Date: 12/10/2016 8:07:00 AM

Love this Doug! It's warm and enticing, just like August's panache. Good luck. 7+

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 11:34:00 AM

: ) Paloma. Have to laugh - scant months ago I was bitching about the heat... Boil me down, and what have you got? Seeing the seasons go by is one of the best things about being alive.

White Wolf

Date: 12/9/2016 8:26:00 PM

Crystalline wind chimes upon the air, love that line! Best of luck to you, Doug.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/9/2016 9:17:00 PM

Thanks, Rick. I consider the southern hemisphere lucky right now.