By Amy Lowell
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
from: "Pictures of the Floating World", 1919
August has been wet, hot, humid, green, beautiful and bountiful. I'll miss you, August, but I welcome your cooler pal, September, and in her suitcase, Fall. xo