Saturday, August 27, 2016

August Poetry

"Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
    Ripening fields lush- bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
    Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn."
-  Michelle L. Thieme, August's Crown 


Anonymous said...

Very Nice.

Rambling Woods said...

I am not ready for summer to go yet!... Michelle