More than a month – so no surprise
But the grass is golden, just like hay
Leaves crinkle, like crisps, on my way.
It's early August, a few traces
As Autumn, summer clothes replaces
Cafés encroach on the street
Eating outdoors is a treat...
A festive air, no lawns to mow
As in this drought grass growth is slow.
We can let off steam, relax
Though swarms of mozzies plan attacks!
It's time to pause, enjoy a book
In leafy park or shady nook
Wolf an ice cream with delight
Or contemplate the starry night...
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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