As August begins, chipmunks are busy a-gathering, their cheeks bulging with seeds. They still make time for chase across the driveway, under the shrubs and back again. Butterflies swarm swarms of blossoms, welcoming affections of others of the same patterns in brief amorous encounters. Monarch caterpillars wander in solitude, grazing fuzzy milkweed leaves in lackadaisical fashion. Only the honeybees stay focused in their work, seeming to know the imminent cooling mass wilt that most regard as still far away will come. They benefit from hive memory of eons. Many regard the polar extremes of work ethic as grasshoppers and ants. My vote goes to bullfrogs and honeybees.
Green leaves promise
endless summer. Those in the
know know better.
Frank J. Tassone is today’s host for dVerse’ Haibun Monday. Frank says:
Whatever inspires you about this month—the namesake of Augustus, the solemn memorials to inhumanity and survival, madcap vacationing in sultry weather, or traditional Autumn—write a haibun alluding to August.