summer observations

The evening is still and muggy. The earth cracked today under all the heat. High summer is here. Its funny how every month of the summer has a different feel to it. June....Ahhh june. And what is so rare as a day in june.....so goes the poem. Its such a tender and lush month. Timidly it steps in and then it should and everything is Freenet again. July: July to me is a rather moody month. It can be angry. Scorching hot and not a promise of rain in the sky. It can also be moody and meloncholy. With grey skies that rumble with distant thunder telling of a storm fast approaching. Or it can be just gentle rain...warm steamy gentle rain all day. August. August is so graceful and hushed. It is the month that summer dies. At the start of august nature comes to a hush. It pauses.....inhales one more time and then lets go. One by one you notice certain insects arent there anymore. The crickets song is less peppy. Even the birds have a restless stir about them. And the fun....it seems a littleless golden in August. Sigh. I shall enjoy every last bit of summer.