August is August

I spent a few days in Maine last week where August is large and lush this year. This morning, back in Florida, I was doing my trimming of roses, trees, bushes, vines and it struck me that August is August, at least, in Maine and Florida and I suspect all along the east coast. Growth has reached its height and even now plants and insects are carefully planning for the winter, production of seeds and pods that will lay dormant all winter waiting for a new season.

Summer Nights

It was a silver shimmer of a summer night
the east wind scattered clouds from the sea
you brought me the world
I brought you all time
my age ages
my love stays young
who I am to judge
the passing of the years.