August Again
It’s hot and you are grumpy.
All the tomatoes are ripening at once,
the cucumbers are wilting, and the
neighbor’s orange cat is using the flower
bed for a litter box.
The garden looks tired, worn out, as if
it just doesn’t care any more.
The Sun is an unrelenting ball of heat.
The night air carries no coolness.
I sit by the open kitchen window wondering
if this month has any redeeming qualities
when in a corner of the yard I see the large
white blossoms of the moonflower vine. This
glow of promise amid the darkness reminds me
that each season holds a beauty of its very own.
I shall make it my mission to search for it.
–
rhymeswithbug 
Lovely poem. There is beauty in every season. We just have to look for it.
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How lovely that you are able to see that beauty in this relenting heat. This is lesson for us all: each season holds a beauty of its very own.
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Wonderful poem with a great ending. Yes each season does hold its own beauty despite what it may seem on the surface.
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A lovely reminder. It’s pouring with rain here, and has been for the last couple of days – at least the garden is being refreshed! I’m going to look for beauty today.
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The imagery in the first part is spot-on! Especially about the neighbor’s cat and the tired garden. I really liked the narrator’s voice in this
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Thanks so much
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Great poem 💜
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Thanks
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A pleasure 💜
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So true! Beautifully said, Candy.
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I so admire the optimism near the end of this heartfelt poem, Candy! 😍 Yes, we must look for beauty in every season and not let our spirits down. Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💖💖
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A perfect description of march where i live in Australia. A sort of tortured time, but with new hope emerging here and there.
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This is wonderful! It’s late winter here, and you brought late summer to life so vividly.
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what a delightful and fun poem Candace! oh NO..
“neighbor’s orange cat is using the flower
bed for a litter box.”
worst nightmare 🙈
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