An unexpected change-
a wind from the east
bringing the scent of lake
and sweet grass
and summers ending.

The meadow grasses ripen
golden tassels of seed float
and sway in the breeze,
bowing to the west
and the hunger
of summers waning
and tiny finches.

August, the month of lengthening shadows
and eastern winds,
the month of fields
golden and heavy with harvest,
August,
the month of summers waning
and all that entails.

Sitting on the porch
as the eastern wind
rings through the old chimes,
playing a new tune
-I find myself singing
in harmony with the changing winds.