FAREWELL & BYE-BYE
TO THE 8TH MONTH
Don't
tell me it's over,
Thick dew
clutches clover;
Cicadas still spook passersby...
Pale oceans
spill over
Those white cliffs of Dover;
Bright
monarchs
Fling
mist toward
The
sky...
Smoke-stacks
Toss ashes
about
The limed
grasses;
Gray pigeons
in eaves launch this coo:
Adieu, sweetest August !
You're
one in a million !
Oh my, how we EVER loved
you !!
Come again soon !!!
poem written by L.P.-Grenn / 8-2024
