Early August 07

Early August 07. For any who may be interested, 'Early August', 2006, is typed under this one.

Early August and the harvest's begun;
Barley in; wheat already progressing;
Many fields are lofty bales confessing;
Fields sparkling golden in the summer sun;
But it's plain, that harvest's yet far from done,
And, on that point, there's no cue for guessing;
There's some weeks before August's recessing,
To take its place, former Augusts, among.
Potato plants are growing lush and green;
From out their mounting mounds, upwards rising.
Quite frequent buddleia blossoms are seen;
Many an odd chink colonizing.
Tenor of early August's august mean,
With heat, seems no dream improvising.


Seasonal Sonnet Memory Lane. This 'Early August', was first posted into Allpoetry on: 8 Aug 2006.

At last a welcome spate of coolness here,
Not an extreme, the sun, of torrid heat,
By no means, though, is the summer complete;
The harvest's final close is not yet near,
At least a  half remains of its career.
Red admirals in flutt'ring fancies meet,
As stacks of hay and straw replace the wheat,
Which the harvester's sev'ring blades did sheer.
Butterflies around the buddlia flit;
When it gets dark, the brown moths start their shift;
Its blooms a heady perfume does emit,
Which the moths and butterflies find a gift;
Their numbers, though, have diminished a bit,
Since July's heat departed like the swift.