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AUGUST WEATHER by KATHARINE TYNAN

First Line: DEAD HEAT AND WINDLESS AIR
Last Line: AND THE RIPE APPLES FALL.
Subject(s): APPLES; AUGUST; FRUIT; HARVEST; SUMMER;
DEAD heat and windless air,
And silence over all;
Never a leaf astir,
But the ripe apples fall;
Plums are purple-red,
Pears amber and brown;
@3Thud!@1 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.



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