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August In the Meadow

An August sun shines on the meadow, The goldenrod voicing their approval, Waving their tall flags of flaxen yellow Always profuse in bloom, never frugal, Or shy in making themselves known Among the late summer appearances My lush verdant meadow is overgrown, Paths having no unfettered clearances. Dying vines now entangle the fencerow Someone has sprayed a deadly herbicide Not an unreasonable action, although, Greatly affecting plants on the other side Especially blooming milkweed and aster Each provided nectar for the honeybee Their roots spared, they return fast, ere Hints of autumn tell the thrasher to flee. August bears down hard on succulents Browning for lack of a moisture to hoard. How these strangers leapt the fence And settled here strikes a curious chord. Soon the vegetation will wilt and decay Mother Nature says their time has come Frost and bitter cold will have their say I will yearn to walk on a clear spring day. Written August 18, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/20/2022 12:30:00 AM

I love it that you took your meadow through every season, and let the reader prance along, envisioning this lovely scene!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/20/2022 9:22:00 AM

I have really worn that meadow out, haven't I?

Tom Cunningham

Date: 8/18/2022 1:02:00 PM

I do like this time of year as summer fades and hints of autumn are everywhere, our heatwave is finally over but everywhere looks scorched. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/18/2022 1:22:00 PM

Thank you, Tom. It is really beginning to feel like autumn here in northern Kentucky. A bit early, too, I think. I remember this fee along about the third or fourth week in September, as I recall. Glad you are getting some relief.