The cool of the morning seems a temporary relief from the heat
rather than the end of the season
The dew already being wicked away through the breaks in the clouds
left over from last night's storm
Even as a Northern wind sends word of worse weather on its way

But the hands of the sun are as hot and insistent on your body
as those of a lover
And they hold you in the blissful in-between
in the honeymoon of August
Walking in and out of shadows to feel the summer and the fall