A month of gold, gold flowers, gold sun,
And gold stars falling, one by one.
Under moons of golden glow
The golden shocks stand row by row.
Gleaming like globes of golden glass
Ripe hang, tempting all who pass!
Upon the hills, in the meadows, nod
The waving plumes of goldenrod.
Swallowtail butterflies like winged fairies,
And gold on the wings of wild canaries
That twitter in voices soft yet clear...
"August's the golden month of the year."
~Marion Doyle
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