A breeze lifts the summer heat, bends ripening grass with its knowing kiss
blue skies slant, the sun’s eye now less direct
over chanting grasshoppers and cicadas
Soon the school buses will begin their rounds, dropping and picking their boisterous cargo
black-eyed susans fade, shrivel, nodding toward our wood pile
and a single pumpkin, rogue offspring of last year’s jack-o-lantern, ripens on a fence by the garden.
Soon the nights will be cooler, silvery, longer, and darker
but for now the heat remains