The dog days of August

            These dog days of August all sultry and lazy
            awaken painstakingly, dampened and hazy.
            Thick air fogs my brain as it fogs up my glasses,
            and mushrooms like bread dough expand through the grasses.
            Alongside our green algae-carpeted pond
            grow goldenrod, milkweed, and proud cattail frond.
            The bold black-eyed Susan reveals her bright face,
            as fields grow abloom with fine-frilled Queen Anne’s lace.
            Round ripening acorns and blackberries’ sweetness
            Fulfill to o’erflowing high summer’s completeness.

My 60th year in 60,000 words
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