Slow August

Slow dawn climbing trees                   
morning breezes silent as light,          
whisper through  rows of stubble                   
gold, metalic,cold slow light .       
              
Nestlings crowd  wicker baskets,              
parents take an early search before                  
siblings wake, demanding grubs.                  
the whole day through.        
                       
Slow, evening takes                  
the light, a gentle breeze                  
blows away clouds,dark                 
with threats of rain.        
       
 August,slow                  
waits September fruits and frost .