August plays its farewell lay
In chords of minor key
It ripples in the willow-sway
A wistful melody
August plays its parting hymn
In golden-petal tears
As summer’s strain begins to dim
Before it disappears
August plays its farewell song
A dusty-sweet caress
In notes wrought by the cricket-throng
And vesper-spangled tress
August plays its farewell tune
In sultry-somber sigh
It drifts across the languid noon
In preludes to good-bye
© Janet Martin
On this summer's final August week-end, can you hear it?
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!