August Mornings

We have said “good-bye” to August. I will share this poem which I wrote that final week. It was published in The Weekly Avocet, by editor Charles Portolano. The poem came out just in time for my 74th birthday celebration on August 27, 2017.



 August Mornings


The first announcements of shifting seasons

begin to materialize early on August mornings

Under-stated changes happened slowly

when the purple Pokeweed hangs in long clusters

beneath hearty leaves along the well-worn pathway.

Grasses in the meadow display delicate daisy clusters

urgently beckon me to pay attention today

Tread lightly through the grass.

I cast my attention towards the Queen of Summer

Standing in the meadow,

I remain motionless, wide-eyed, surrounded

as the celadon green stems

display the Queen-Anne’s Lace in full bloom.


These graceful ballet dancers hover

on the warm August breeze.

Orchestrations in rural fields and along roadsides

They each remember to arrive at this time every year

Nothing can prevent the shifting waves of change

I’ll wait patiently for the blue Chicory to join the dance

In her wisdom, Nature placed them together on a stage

floral dancers on a late-summer stage.

Graceful choreography.

Give them a standing ovation.


Journal Entry: August 1, 2017.

 My early morning walk with my 2 dogs today was so pleasant. It’s not too hot right now  in western Pennsylvania.  I’ve noticed how the sounds of nature change with each new month. The activities of the local birds have changed. No longer are they in the middle of nest building or babysitting. The little babies have grown up now and left their nests and the sounds of the insects has become more intense with the shifting of the season.  In the meadow behind my house, the flowering plants have changed, too.   Recently, I saw  that the Queen-Ann’s Lace is in full bloom on tall stalks, hovering about all the other plants. They are truly glorious. But, for me, the test of all August blooms will be when the blue Chicory begins to bloom right alongside the Queen Ann’s Lace. They will mingle into natural bouquets like none other. This is the exact moment I wait for all Summer long. I don’t pick them or bring them into the house. I prefer to walk through the meadow and meander among the plants to enjoy them exactly where they have bloomed. It’s a lyrical feeling, being part of all of this glory, right there among the plants and blooms of August. Somehow, I don’t know why or how, but when I walk outside and enjoy the myriad of Nature’s delights, I am a dancer moving along gracefully on a stage to an eternal choreography.”)  


Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright 2017. All rights reserved.

Village of Wurtemburg, PA



Lynda McKinney Lambert  lives and writes in the Village of Wurtemburg in rural Western Pennsylvania.

She is the author of two books:

Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, Kota Press, 2003.

Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, DLD Books, 2017

She is a retired professor fine arts and humanities from Geneva College, Beaver Falls, PA.

Her retirement in 2008 opened the door for her to work full-time at her writing and art making passions.

Lynda lost most of her vision in 2007, due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy.  This challenge has not kept her from producing her creative work or from teaching. Her art is exhibited in international and national exhibitions and her writing is published in  a variety  of literary venues.

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