Sonnet for the August New Moon

Hail, bright crescent, appearing when the turn
manifests as warm days and chilly nights.
Months of seasoning readies wood to burn,
and Canada geese commence southward flights.
Water heavies against metal and wood,
as pond-weed besieges with frond and vine
every bay and gulf that lake-trout found good.
Birds’ nests unravel from willow and pine.
Juvenile finches exercise wings
in first systems-check for migration,
and though to summer green grasshopper clings,
each ant hill busies in preparation
for autumn’s dry wind, and winter’s first rain,
whose steady work will scour summer clean.

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