Late August There is this; the evening falls soonerin late August.In late August there is a chillonce the sun has lowered.The scent of the grasses is burnished,the pleas of the cicadas, plaintive.The cycle, always the cycle;don’t despair, wear what manifests. Decorate yourself with dried field flowers.Fill your bowls with fruit harvest.Celebrate the steamed corn.Face the afternoon sun,its warmth not yet sparse. Kiss me, August.— Ed Burke Ed Burke lives in Brattleboro, Vt., where he has raised a family and p … (read more)
