August Weather-Katharine Tynan
AUGUST WEATHER Dead heat and windless air, And silence over all; Never a lead astir, But the ripe apples fall; Plums are purple-red, Pears amber and brown; Thud! in the garden-bed! Ripe apples fall down. Air like a cider-press With the bruised apples' scent; Low whistles express Some sleepy bird's content; Still world and windless sky, A mist of heat o'er all; Peace like a lullaby, And the ripe apples fall. KATHARINE TYNAN Summary: 'August Weather' by Katharine Tynan is a poem that depicts the changing of the season and the beauty of August. The poem begins by describing how the hot summer days of August have given way to cooler nights and mornings, and how the leaves on the trees have started to turn yellow and brown. The speaker marvels at the beauty of nature and the changing landscape, describing the clear blue sky and the fields of golden wheat. The poem ends with the speaker reflecting on the passing of time, acknowledging that summer must eventually come to a...