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Saturday, August 5, 2023

August / Helen Gray Cone


August

Loud pulses of the fields are heard to leap
Now all night long; all day the birds are mute.
The month hangs heavy, like a perfect fruit
That holds the opiate seeds of winter sleep.

~~
Helen Gray Cone (1859-1934)
from
Through the Year with the Poets, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]


Peter Turner, Cornucopia, August 2016. CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.

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