August in my Oregon
Blackberries are growing smaller
and less sweet.
Their ripe scent fills my head.
Peaches are abundant this year.
The yellow jackets are hungry for meat.
Some of the apples are falling to the ground
for lack of water.
Grass snaps under my feet.
Wine makers are heard to speak of harvest,
grapes and weather.
Tarps and rain gear are on the list.
I take a deep breath of it all.
And then another.
By nance.mdr
thanks for posting my poetry. Love n.
It’s a beautiful poem. Had to share.