...when high summer-hype is over,
the main bulk of holiday guests gone....
the main bulk of holiday guests gone....
time to relax...
and to chill-out...
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This is the time when our Hydrengeas turning...
...into a multitude of color shades....
The time for...
celebrating.....
...with family...
...and friends
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Time for reading and "day dreams"....
...into a multitude of color shades....
The time for...
celebrating.....
...with family...
...and friends
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Time for reading and "day dreams"....
"In August"
Heat urges secret odors from the grass.
Blunting the edge of silence, crickets shrill.
Wings veer: inane needles of light, and pass.
Laced pools: the warm wood-shadows ebb and fill.
The wind is casual, loitering to crush
The sun upon his palate, and to draw
Pungence from pine, frank fragrances from brush,
Sucked up through thin grey boughs as through a straw.
Moss-green, fern-green and leaf and meadow-green
Are broken by the bare, bone-colored roads,
Less moved by stirring air than by unseen
soft-footed ants and meditative toads.
Summer is passing, taking what she brings:
Green scents and sounds, and quick ephemeral wings.
-- Babette Deutsch
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August - my favorite month of the summer
I love it...
Babette Deutsch
Poet, novelist, editor, and critic Babette Deutsch was born and lived much of her life in New York City.
She began to publish poems in journals such as the New Republic while a student at Barnard College,
where she earned a BA.
Two years after her graduation, she published her first poetry collection, Banners (1919).
She began to publish poems in journals such as the New Republic while a student at Barnard College,
where she earned a BA.
Two years after her graduation, she published her first poetry collection, Banners (1919).
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