Late Summer Songs
Sitting on this dock, reading
in this late-summer light,
crickets singing, birds quiet,
vulnerable in their annual molting--
from time to time, cicada
saws out percussive tune--
late summer, early fall,
near the end, far from the end? who knows,
but we enjoy the slant light,
the good company, the September songs.
Bob Coughlin
September 7, 2015
