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August Moon
What do you know
Of which I should be aware
As these later days of summer
Permeate the succulent harvest air
The Perseids spark and dance
Across your midnight sky
While on silhouetted oak you rest
Accounting for each shooting star
As it silently passes by
Could each starry spark
Be a  fairy
Of the Autumn clan
Secretly packing Autumn’s color
Preparing for September’s hand
And as you slowly shut your eye
And quietly hide your August  face
Will you grant us  just one – last summer blessing
Before September Moon
Awakens to take your place —
copyrighted 2009