'Thine Unsuspecting Gratitude and Love'

We’ve had a damp spring and summer in Houston – thirty-nine inches of rain since the start of the year. No major storms but frequent brief showers, often in late afternoon. At this time nine years ago, Hurricane Harvey was about to hit, flooding my car and leaving us without power for four days. Lawns now are lush. Mosquitoes swarm in clouds. Step outside and get sucker-punched by the humidity. Our front garden is a jungle, almost taking over the sidewalk. Walter de la Mare published “Dry August Burned” in Memory and Other Poems in 1938, though it suggests the Great War years. August was the time when farmers traditionally burned stubble on their land, causing hares to flee the fire. World War I started in August 1914. The poem begins indoors: “Dry August burned. A harvest hare Limp on the kitchen table lay, Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astare, While a small child that stood near by Wept out her heart to see it there.” De la Mare had two daughters and two sons. He was sensitive to the…