By now, we've said:

             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