August

Midsummer rounds the bend 
The fields are blue with fresh ingredients 
Mouths are full, hands are busy picking 
Summer heat has us running for shade 
It's off to the beach for a dip and a wade  
Bonfires glow in the midnight air 
Sending fire sparks high in the sky 
The crackling of wood keeps us awake 
Smoke fills the air and cleanses our spirits 
Stories are told by friends about long ago 
Joyous laughter fills the air 
The water carries it near and far 
People scampering in daylight to find 
Sticks and logs to help prolong the ashes 
That will come once again tonight  
Under the magical clear sky. 

Maria Lisa Polegatto 
August 18, 2015