August's Crown, A Poem by Michelle L. Thieme
Artwork: Wheat Stacks, End of Summer by Claude Monet
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.
1 comment:
What a perfect poem this is.
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