Abundance.
August,
Season of burgeoning juice, lusty-tongued weeks
fermenting with beauty how ready your fat ripe fountain
when sun-seared tawny crops drop tall harvest
heads of ears crusted with fruit.
August,
spreader of russet through emerald lushness yet
positioned to walk not run sews knots in dash, dawdles
as dawn, webbed in gilt gossamer, stops swell
of hedge-berries by viscous dew.
August,
autumnal minnion paints mellow between blaze
of finished July, sheds quiet on growth\'s gaudy face and
laced with change dampens summer\'s great
need for chasing high-flying rules.
August,
of late begins to bulge, bellies as eighth-month
weight nudges toward deflation of plenty, sheds longer
nights over sated abundance and brings
an end to frenetic maturing.
August,
as bounty\'s rich voice allows September\'s music
time to rehearse it waits in reaped wings, stored seed,
of dried wealth pays somnolent dividends
before winter\'s cold solo re-tunes.