First week in September:
Sat in dappled sunlight
under the young black walnut
close enough to the water
to hear wavelets burping
discreetly at the dogwood roots.
A few determined yellow jackets
tried to steal a sip of my beer
oblivious to the cicada concert
soaring in the sundrenched woods
and some ducks bobbed slowly by.
Next day in a flurry
moved the essentials
back to level floors
and easy water
by banks of pavement.
Next morning I shivered
as I heard the furnace roar.
