August fades on whispers low, Her golden breath begins to slow. The sunsets linger, soft and deep, As summer drifts toward twilight sleep. The fields, once bright with sunlit cheer, Now rustle whispers, *Autumn’s near.* Her crickets’ song begins to wane, A softer hum, a gentler refrain. The days grow shorter, shadows long, A fading … Continue reading As summer drifts toward twilight sleep.

August strolls in with golden grace, Sun-kissed warmth upon her face. Fields aglow in amber light, Long, soft evenings turn to night. She hums a song of ripened days, Of twilight walks and purple haze. The crickets chirp, the cicadas sing, Her air is thick with summer’s ring. The sun sits lower, yet still it … Continue reading August’s Embrace.