ON SUCH DAYS

(August )

On such August days

by the winds revelation

cast on my orange kayak

under the sun's rays

sponged on my naked back

burning fulgently
as we lunged on the salty sea

four urchins laughingly play

amid the shore's white sand
they build a castle
like vassals in middle ages

not knowing it won't last long
even after high tide by afternoon
as we swim under dunes
of egrets and songbird

and our trek to the shore

reluctantly in a breathless malaise

from a parental storm

waiting for the dusk to inspire
and insure our hiking ways

trying to be a friend

who collapses on a warm blanket

tired after her run

speaking of fulcrums of love

near the gazebo's gust of wind

staring at the emptiness

without an hour's weight

putting down an anchor

amid the thunder's hiss

near a pillar of fireflies

on the barbeque's grill
where we have a repast
with a hearty review

of fresh salad and other foods
from our cart's satchel

with roasted meat and veggies
underneath a wild rose bush
amid the green shrubbery
shadows step near us
with nearby voices
offering  us a cup of vanilla coffee
taking photos with my camera
of herons on low branches
digging for an eye of waters
and here is this poet

writing an elegy in mind

on these dog days
murmuring like the crickets
doing cross words
under an Evergreen tree of birds
wishing for a prayer and praise.