The garden has gone feral,
briar and bind weed rise
over violets rampant with deep green hearts-
swords of hardy dandelions
wave in triumph.
Wild with heavy shadow and leaf,
the woods spill
across the wet summer meadow.
Late summer grasses
wave verdant and strong
as young men in springtime.
Hayfields green.
ready for third harvest-
sighs of scythes
echo across the meadow.
thecourseofourseasons 
love the sense of place in this one 🙂
Great word for summer growth ‘feral’. If you are on Facebook, have a look at ‘Hell no, I won’t mow’ … Jane
So beautiful a description….and photo. I cant believe how fast this summer has sped past. Yikes.