Woke to a chorus of birds;
flickers tapping rhythm on trees.
In the field beyond the woods,
Canada geese honking;
hound dogs yapping in unison.
I take my coffee and books
to the pier to read and write.
Only one boat on the river.
A fish jumps; there’s activity below.
Slight breeze stirs the windsock tails.
Pleasant morning; supposed to get hot later.
Summer’s last gasp—
not yet ready to leave for the season.