August Haze

"In the warm and summer weather
Deep and dreaming midst the heather,
Where the wind turns as it pleases,
Cooled by moorland-scented breezes,
Viewed with a half-shut eye
Whisps of cirrus in the sky --
Then the hours are truly spent
In a newly found content."

"So where the heat haze shimmers,
High above where Semmer glimmers,
Level with the singing lark
Hear the far-off farm dog bark!
Squat grey roofs and ribboned Ure
Patchwork fields below the moor,
Short to look but long remember,
August Dales in town December."

(From the poem August Dales by Glyn Hughes)

(Photos of August Haze across the corn fields taken on the farm by me in the 90's)