Mid-Summer Scene

August is upon us,

Light nights begin to fade...

I've thoughts of summer lasting,

Bringing hope for coming days.

There's a chill upon the dawn morn,

A freshness on the breeze...

Not quite the misty mornings,

Yet, slight dew upon the leaves.

There's birdsong and bats feeding,

Deer wild roaming the land...

Butterflies and more weeding

Little joys and works of hand.

Cows grazing the pastures,

Fields of fertile greens...

August is upon us,

How blessed Yeldall;

Mid-Summer Scene!

Copyright Laurie Culley 2023.