The finch knows to wait Till Beauty wilts, And stark brown overtakes lavender brilliance. The Wheel turns past Summer peak, Past high Star yellow To dry ponds And grass seeds set. Let Beauty fill you Until harvest bounty Posts signs on your soul: Now, now, now.
Blessed Lammas to Northern hemisphere friends—may your harvest yield fruit! (And blessed Imbolc to those in the South–may your echinacea bloom bright!)