Monday, August 1, 2016
"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~
"August rushes by like desert rainfall, a flood of frenzied upheaval, expected, but still catching me unprepared. Like a matchflame bursting 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~
"How sociable the garden was, we ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass all the warm wakeful August night."
"Whilst August yet wears her golden drown ripening fields lush-bright with promise; summer waxes long, then wanes quietly passing her fading green glory onto riotous autumn."
~Michelle L. Thieme~
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