"Summer's Days are Numbered" my Poem

 As I took photos of my garden and wildlife this morning, I noticed how spent all the flowers are and decided to write a poem of encouragement, especially for me. I need it this time of year because once August arrives, I feel like it's the end. But, is it really?


SUMMER'S DAYS ARE NUMBERED

"July's blooms about to pass,
summer days going fast.
August welcomed anyway,
sounds of insects alive with play.

July's dead blooms display the last
of summer's flowers all amassed.
And thus July's hot days surrender,
to wonderful August and all its splendor.

 Seems like July had just begun,
swimming and boating and loads of fun.
And, yet, it's still not summer's demise,
for there's refreshing night air and fleeting blue skies.

Summer's climax today begins,
and permits us to revel in,
that splendor in the grass so well known,
and the beauty of fields we have sown.

 Corn maturing in all its glory,
memories of picnics, sharing a story.
Each August day we must treasure,
for its numbered days will yet bring leisure,
and render the moments of late summer pleasure."

- Therese

"In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, 
had attracted many wild bees,
gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, 
and by their weight again bent down
and broke their tender limbs."

 - Henry David Thoreau

Photos of "still thriving" flowers, new blooms and spent flowers:

 
 Unfortunately the birds have broken one of my lily's branches filled with unopened blooms. The hollyhocks are on their last leg as are the bee balm. The mandevilla is going strong. Hydrangeas have been pushed down by heavy rain. The phlox are beginning to bloom. 

Until next time... Have a beautiful day!!!

Photographer, Artist and Poet (so I wish!)