[Lady Jag]

August

When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are elder-bushes, And the rangy lilac pushes Upward, upward through my heart; Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on Your performing stars to fall on Headlong through your paper sky; Nevermore shall I be cursed By a flushed and amorous slattern, With her dusty laces' pattern Trailing, as she straggles by. Dorothy Parker

[Soaring Feather]

Fabulous, Lady, just fabulous! Trust you are rested this day.

I think August is a great month, it’s moon when it is not covered by clouds is enticing, the gradual dieing down and turning brown of the fern - quietly preparing for Fall.
Ah, her magic songs and abundant crops and we humans hustle and bustle around her skirts while she smiles her autumanal smile.

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