(sonnet # CLXXXII)
Suave August saunters in quite debonair;
A sultry welcome proffers all with grace,
So blandly warm while clouds o'erspread his face.
The harvests just begun last month their share
And wealth as summer's trailing off prepare
In richer bounty for his arm's embrace;
Whilst school books tumble in the eager race
For learning to resume in his repair.
A little early for such things say you?
When summer's only one month old; we reap
Most in October or September, true?
Nor study until then? Nay, now we leap,
Just taste such sweets with him, more later through
The autumn. Hence I greet his lazy sweep.
- Author: Chic George (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 2nd, 2011 20:22
- Comment from author about the poem: How shall we best typify August? While the concluding days of July were happily not so humid, yet as it handed over the reins to August we melted, as usual? And school always began late in this month, as well harvesting pears and cukes, and.....a tribute seemed to form....see whether you agree.
- Category: Reflection
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