August Nones Sonnet

Broad column of ants traverse barren ground,
seeking fallen sweetness to carry home.
Blueberries grow fat, become full and round,
so birds will carry them to fertile loam.
Clouds swift and jibe as servants of the wind,
taking up moisture… and letting it go.
From high and far-off, hawk sees the storm’s end,
as he glides on currents that dust motes show.
Chokecherries dangle tantalizing fruits
that bitter daring tongue and choke off breath.
Marsh still teems with salamanders and newts
who lay their eggs in hope of future life.
Sun sweetens morning, swelters afternoon,
and dims fair twilight to match warbler’s croon.

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