August

*The lake house Is full of life.
My children and their children
gather around me .
I drink their happiness like wine.
The young ones full of life
and water and sand.
I dry them in thirsty beach towels.
The dinner table groans
With sweet corn and salads
Red tomatoes that leak
their summer juices as we bite
Into their bounty.
Yet at night around the fire pit.
The cool air calls from the North.
And I can feel autumn gently
kissing my cheek.