August Muse Day

“August Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

 Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening.

Summer in the South

 Paul Laurence Dunbar


 The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and piney,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,
Streams laugh that erst were quiet,
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue
And the woods run mad with riot.


Thanks to Carolyn of Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.  Won’t you join in?


  1. August 1, 2008 at 7:00 am

    Lovely Muse Day post!

  2. Nancy Bond said,

    August 1, 2008 at 7:38 am

    Lovely poem that I hadn’t heard before…and a beautiful bloom to go with it. 🙂

  3. Cindy said,

    August 1, 2008 at 10:31 am

    That’s a great poem and I love your photo too!

  4. Alexandra said,

    August 1, 2008 at 1:47 pm

    I enjoyed your post today. I love poetry (and write myself). I liked the poem you shared…the line that stood out to me the most was “Streams laugh that erst were quiet,” Thank you for sharing.


  5. Alexandra said,

    August 1, 2008 at 6:58 pm

    PS I am about to finish a painting that was inspired by a recent post of yours wishing there were more blue flowers in the world. I called it “Too Blue”. I should be done tomorrow and will post on Sunday for review. 🙂

  6. Jan said,

    August 2, 2008 at 2:08 pm

    Thanks everybody for commenting on my posting. This poem really express how with sun, high temperatures, and rain, the Southern garden thrives.

    Alexandra, I can’t wait to see your painting.

  7. carolyngail said,

    August 3, 2008 at 2:08 pm

    NO, THANK YOU, Jan and everyone else who has brightened our summer day with their musings.

    Wonderful poem that vividly describes southern summers. Having grown up in Sweet Home Alabama I can especially appreciate the line ” nights smell warm and piney . “

  8. Jan said,

    August 3, 2008 at 4:06 pm

    Glad you liked the poem, Carolyn, and thanks for stopping by.

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