"Fairest of the months! Ripe summer's queen the hey-day of the year with robes that gleam with sunny sheen sweet August doth appear."
~R. Combe Miller~"The brilliant poppy flaunts her head amidst the ripening grain, and adds her voice to sell the song that August's here again."
" In August, the large masses of berries, which when in flower had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs."
~Henry David Thoreau~
" August rushes by like desert rainfall, a flood of frenzied upheaval, expected but still catching me unprepared like a match flame busting on the scene, heat and haze of crimson sunsets like a dream of moon and dark barely recalled. A moment, shadows caught in a blink. Like a quick kiss. One wishes for more but it suddenly turns to leave dragging summer away."
~Elizabeth Maua Taylor~