August Aubade

The Pleides have run through the night skies.
The hawk cries as he criss-crosses the morning sky.
Cicadas open for business with choral practice
for telling temperatures.
August Aubade.

The garden is winding down in many tell-tale ways.
Chinese lanterns give the weeds an orange-y glow.
Annabelles turn green for picking and drying.
Daylily scapes dry hollow.
Reblooming iris join milkweed in setting bud.

The garden has a different feel and sound.
I like it.