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
The new garden in August, - joyous and fulfilling all hopes.
The hands still find comfort in the soil,
and the heart in the promise of another year.
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