Of course, the days of August create a beautiful, calming ambiance, as well. Hay sits in bales along country roads, roses are in full bloom, peaches are *perfectly* ripe, and blackberries, tomatoes, watermelon, cucumbers, and ______ (fill in the blank with your favorite summer fruit or veggie here) are ripe for picking. Sunny afternoons bring a haze of warm, buzzing air, and books beg to be read in lawn chairs, hammocks, or—if it’s too hot outside—big comfy couches in air conditioned rooms.
One of my favorite summer reading spots
I found a lovely poem about August to share today, which describes this month perfectly:Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
by R. Combe Miller
While exploring summer poetry, I also came across this gem by Elizabeth Maua Taylor that captures August’s nature perfectly:August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
But still catching me unprepared.
Please go here to read the rest of the poem!
When contemplating my own August poem, I decided to revisit a new favorite poetic form of mine, math poetry. Here are a few that I came up with:
½ play time + ½ pool time = 1 perfect summer day
(berry patch + pail + purple fingertips) × grandma = blackberry cobbler
SC blackberries are the sweetest!
Enjoy the last days of summer, and Happy Writing!
Your summer reading spot it luscious.ReplyDelete
It is great, except for the mosquitos. All of the rain this summer has made our yard very buggy this year!Delete
I loved the blackberry poem! Great post. I am missing the Carolina summer days...ReplyDelete
Enjoy the great trail of Summer!ReplyDelete
Thanks so much, Claudine! Summer is just too short! = )Delete
Mmm, those blackberries look delish!ReplyDelete
They are fat and juicy, and even my puppy likes to eat them!Delete