August Memories

August Memories

August, before the summer wanes
The early dusk, the darkening sky,
Near to the harvest of the grains
Shortening days come by and by

Now dancing round the fairy ring
And gathering of the fire wood
A time of lament now to sing
Of longer summers, childhood

Mushrooms grow beneath the trees
And foraging we go, the olden ways
The final flowering calls the bees
And sunset comes, with fading rays

And now there is sadness in the air
Remembering much so very fair