"An Extensive Summer Landscape" by Barend Cornelis Koekkoek‘August’ and Other Summer Poetry by Cynthia Erlandson The Society August 1, 2023 Beauty, Poetry 29 Comments . August. The rose-of-sharon blossoms float like stars Within my reach: I’m lying on the grass Observing sunset fade and twilight pass Between their leaves. Cicadas sing their airs, A gentle dirge: the summer’s passing, too, With ticks and tocks of crickets counting hours That still remember June’s long days. Sunflowers— Aged and withered—still can look down through Late vernal foliage. This year’s youth has gone The way of tulips, peonies, and iris That yielded to the judgment of Osiris Before July. Now fireflies’ tranquil drone Accompanies warmth’s final rays, and hums Fall’s bass line as the last few ripening berries Attempt to blush before the cold that comes To bury them with all that winter buries. . . . . Summer Evening Sounds The cicadas are mowing the air While a gardener buzzes his lawn And the crickets continue the prayer They began at dawn. . The engine of rush-hour hums With its stereos’ gut-bruising noises; Their thunder of synthesized drums Effaces our voices. . Bright-vested roadworkers’ drills Make a din as they dig in the street, While the red-breasted robins’ sweet Notes fill the intervals. . Other songbirds have gone away To meditate for the night But the jarring rasp of a jay Scratches the twilight. . Air conditioners’ constant drone Persists after dark; day’s warm breeze Has gone to sleep with the sun Behind the trees. From Notes on Time . . . . . Cynthia Erlandson is a 2023 Top Four winner in the Maria W. Faust Sonnet Competition. Her poems have appeared in The Society of Classical Poets, First Things, Modern Age, The North American Anglican, The Book of Common Praise Hymnal, and The Catholic Poetry Room. Her collections are These Holy Mysteries and Notes on Time. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 29 Responses Brian A. Yapko August 1, 2023 Both of these late summer poems are charming, Cynthia. I love the atypical rhyme scheme of “Summer Evening Sounds”, but I give the edge to “August.” There is a melancholy edge to “August” — that “gentle dirge” — but also a timelessness so suited to the subject. The change of seasons is made part of an infinity in time and space. Rose-of-Sharon invokes the Song of Solomon, quite different but of equal antiquity to your mention of Osiris, and all under a carefully wrought sky full of stars. There are so many “sound” words which accompany an anthropomorphizing of nature, including those berries which “attempt to blush.” You’ve managed to universalize and give grandeur to the end of summer but without ever losing an elusive tone of lightness and airiness. Well done! Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you so much, Brian! I’ve always felt the change of summer to fall as a very poignant time — sad in its own way (although I love autumn!), and somehow profound. I’m glad you sensed a lightness to it, too. Reply Paddy Raghunathan August 1, 2023 Cynthia, What can I say…your poem reminds me of Timothy Steele’s. You are able to catch the beauty of nature and blend it in with the hustle and bustle of life so seamlessly, it is pure joy to see, feel, and breathe in your poems. Congratulations. Paddy Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you, Paddy! I’m glad the poems had those effects on you. Are you referring to a particular poem by Timothy Steele? I do like his poetry very much, as well. Reply Paddy Raghunathan August 2, 2023 Cynthia, ‘August,’ by Timothy Steele. It’s featured in his collection ‘Toward The Winter Solstice.’ Best regards, Paddy jd August 1, 2023 Enjoyed both poems also, Cynthia. Loved your swapping of sounds between the Cicadas and the mower in the “Evening Summer Sounds” and then further down, the similar vestment of road-workers and Robins. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you for noticing those things, jd. It was fun finding those ideas and figuring out how to execute them. Reply Paul Freeman August 1, 2023 Loved the vivid imagery. My fave is the cicadas mowing the air. Thanks for the read, Cynthia. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thanks, Paul! Your comment made me smile. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson August 1, 2023 These are two pleasant and melodious poems to begin August. They are replete with visual images and auditory tones of the season that enchant and enhance the experience. They are beautifully composed and creative in their depiction. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you, Roy! I’m especially glad that you found them melodious. The overlap of seasons is certainly enchanting to me. Reply Jeffrey J Essmann August 1, 2023 Beautiful, Cynthia! Somehow I particularly loved “the ticks and tocks of crickets”. Bravo! Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 I’m very happy that you like them, Jeffrey! Thank you! I’ve been wondering for years why I think the music of crickets is so beautiful. The poem may be as close as I ever come to explaining that. Reply Yael August 1, 2023 These are both very enjoyable seasonal poems and the painting is great too. I especially enjoyed the first stanza of the second poem, it’s really well done, thank you. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 I’m so glad that you liked them! Thank you, Yael. Reply Nathan McKee August 2, 2023 Thanks for the imaginative poems, Cynthia, when I read them I was transported to my backyard. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 2, 2023 Thank you, Nathan; I’m glad it was able to transport you! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 2, 2023 Cynthia, these poems are exquisite… breathtakingly beautiful! I love their imagery and their musicality. I also admire the unobtrusive subtlety and the smoothness and richness of vocabulary in ‘August’. Both poems are an absolute pleasure to read. Thank you! Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 2, 2023 Wow, thank you so much, Susan! I’m glad they delighted you, and I’m so grateful for your praise! I love the subject of time and the seasons. Reply Susan Cappellari August 2, 2023 Beautifully written odes to summer. Each poem captures the temporality of the season. Thank you for sharing. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 3, 2023 You’re very welcome; thank you, Susan! Reply Margaret Coats August 2, 2023 What is impressive about “August” is the speed of the poem. From lying on the grass with low-hanging roses-of-sharon above, to warmth’s final rays and then winter burying most things in a mere matter of lines! I began to worry that you might not have had a chance to get up from the grass. This is a new perspective on August to me. Even when I lived in the blizzardy North, August was always just plain hot. However, your refashioning it into a transition period is beautifully done, Cynthia. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 3, 2023 Thank you, Margaret! I’m fascinated with transitions; one of the sections of my book “Notes on Time” is called “Transition Times.” Reply David Hollywood August 3, 2023 Throughout both of these lovely poems I felt ensconced by that gorgeous sense of late summer as it more frequently used to be, and which consequently lifts my spirits. Many thanks. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 3, 2023 You’re so welcome, David. Thank you for your kind comment. Reply Julian D. Woodruff August 3, 2023 These are both wonderfully inventive and alive, Cynthia. I’d love to hear you read them. I’m sure summer’s racket could be stilled long enough to permit such a thing. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 3, 2023 I would love to, Julian; thank you! Reply Monika Cooper August 4, 2023 “August” is such a cornucopia of detail and image. I find sonnets to be a curiously elastic form: they hold more than you think they could sometimes. And other times they feel almost weightless. You gain so much with just two more lines, your poem becomes both full and spacious. An Egyptian name to rhyme with the Greek one is nice. It’s as if the flowers of summer bring the Nile to us. And I also love the “ticks and tocks” of the crickets, the gentle warning they carry. And the berries-buries rhyme to end it. (I say those two words pretty much the same myself.) I for sure experience August as transition. This year, big winds one night at the end of July carried us across an invisible line. Reply Cynthia Erlandson August 4, 2023 Thank you so much for your comments, Monika! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Brian A. Yapko August 1, 2023 Both of these late summer poems are charming, Cynthia. I love the atypical rhyme scheme of “Summer Evening Sounds”, but I give the edge to “August.” There is a melancholy edge to “August” — that “gentle dirge” — but also a timelessness so suited to the subject. The change of seasons is made part of an infinity in time and space. Rose-of-Sharon invokes the Song of Solomon, quite different but of equal antiquity to your mention of Osiris, and all under a carefully wrought sky full of stars. There are so many “sound” words which accompany an anthropomorphizing of nature, including those berries which “attempt to blush.” You’ve managed to universalize and give grandeur to the end of summer but without ever losing an elusive tone of lightness and airiness. Well done! Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you so much, Brian! I’ve always felt the change of summer to fall as a very poignant time — sad in its own way (although I love autumn!), and somehow profound. I’m glad you sensed a lightness to it, too. Reply
Paddy Raghunathan August 1, 2023 Cynthia, What can I say…your poem reminds me of Timothy Steele’s. You are able to catch the beauty of nature and blend it in with the hustle and bustle of life so seamlessly, it is pure joy to see, feel, and breathe in your poems. Congratulations. Paddy Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you, Paddy! I’m glad the poems had those effects on you. Are you referring to a particular poem by Timothy Steele? I do like his poetry very much, as well. Reply
Paddy Raghunathan August 2, 2023 Cynthia, ‘August,’ by Timothy Steele. It’s featured in his collection ‘Toward The Winter Solstice.’ Best regards, Paddy
jd August 1, 2023 Enjoyed both poems also, Cynthia. Loved your swapping of sounds between the Cicadas and the mower in the “Evening Summer Sounds” and then further down, the similar vestment of road-workers and Robins. Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you for noticing those things, jd. It was fun finding those ideas and figuring out how to execute them. Reply
Paul Freeman August 1, 2023 Loved the vivid imagery. My fave is the cicadas mowing the air. Thanks for the read, Cynthia. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson August 1, 2023 These are two pleasant and melodious poems to begin August. They are replete with visual images and auditory tones of the season that enchant and enhance the experience. They are beautifully composed and creative in their depiction. Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 Thank you, Roy! I’m especially glad that you found them melodious. The overlap of seasons is certainly enchanting to me. Reply
Jeffrey J Essmann August 1, 2023 Beautiful, Cynthia! Somehow I particularly loved “the ticks and tocks of crickets”. Bravo! Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 1, 2023 I’m very happy that you like them, Jeffrey! Thank you! I’ve been wondering for years why I think the music of crickets is so beautiful. The poem may be as close as I ever come to explaining that. Reply
Yael August 1, 2023 These are both very enjoyable seasonal poems and the painting is great too. I especially enjoyed the first stanza of the second poem, it’s really well done, thank you. Reply
Nathan McKee August 2, 2023 Thanks for the imaginative poems, Cynthia, when I read them I was transported to my backyard. Reply
Susan Jarvis Bryant August 2, 2023 Cynthia, these poems are exquisite… breathtakingly beautiful! I love their imagery and their musicality. I also admire the unobtrusive subtlety and the smoothness and richness of vocabulary in ‘August’. Both poems are an absolute pleasure to read. Thank you! Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 2, 2023 Wow, thank you so much, Susan! I’m glad they delighted you, and I’m so grateful for your praise! I love the subject of time and the seasons. Reply
Susan Cappellari August 2, 2023 Beautifully written odes to summer. Each poem captures the temporality of the season. Thank you for sharing. Reply
Margaret Coats August 2, 2023 What is impressive about “August” is the speed of the poem. From lying on the grass with low-hanging roses-of-sharon above, to warmth’s final rays and then winter burying most things in a mere matter of lines! I began to worry that you might not have had a chance to get up from the grass. This is a new perspective on August to me. Even when I lived in the blizzardy North, August was always just plain hot. However, your refashioning it into a transition period is beautifully done, Cynthia. Reply
Cynthia Erlandson August 3, 2023 Thank you, Margaret! I’m fascinated with transitions; one of the sections of my book “Notes on Time” is called “Transition Times.” Reply
David Hollywood August 3, 2023 Throughout both of these lovely poems I felt ensconced by that gorgeous sense of late summer as it more frequently used to be, and which consequently lifts my spirits. Many thanks. Reply
Julian D. Woodruff August 3, 2023 These are both wonderfully inventive and alive, Cynthia. I’d love to hear you read them. I’m sure summer’s racket could be stilled long enough to permit such a thing. Reply
Monika Cooper August 4, 2023 “August” is such a cornucopia of detail and image. I find sonnets to be a curiously elastic form: they hold more than you think they could sometimes. And other times they feel almost weightless. You gain so much with just two more lines, your poem becomes both full and spacious. An Egyptian name to rhyme with the Greek one is nice. It’s as if the flowers of summer bring the Nile to us. And I also love the “ticks and tocks” of the crickets, the gentle warning they carry. And the berries-buries rhyme to end it. (I say those two words pretty much the same myself.) I for sure experience August as transition. This year, big winds one night at the end of July carried us across an invisible line. Reply