August

August is for blackberries so ripe they fall into your basket with just a touch
Plums as sweet as sugar, but growing mealy
Strawberries waning
blueberries gone
August is for dragonflies riding on each others backs, then touching their tails down into the water
Deers coming near to nibble the garden
Birds leaving their nests
Mornings cloaked in mist
August is for canning
and baking
and drying
and eating
August is for back to school and return of rhythm
thoughts of change
plans made
Looking forward and inward