Late August and the hot air drifts over the lake
the sky glowers striking a contrast black to gray
soon, very soon, the lake with be thundered awake
and the heat mirage with dissolve in disarray.
The last of children's giggles will echo ghostly
through the woods at water's edge mixed with sparrow song.
Pink skinned lovers chilled will be but a memory
and their cuddling brought indoors where it belongs
The garden's done, each tomato plant has yielded
scorched by the heat, fields and forest long for Autumn,
praise the heat of summer for it raised the corn fields,
raise a glass from the yield of the apple and the plum.
Say goodbye to August with a gentle kiss on the breeze
for the wild geese are flying, flying through the changing trees.