And afternoon yawns as sea gently lolls
in pillowed lull of low tide.
Clouds sag with drowse of white fuzz
on warm hillock-grass clifftop.
And sun sinks in shawled clover as cattle
milk-laden homeward slow swing
past river bank a-buzz with low swarms
of late hatched mate-hungry gnats.
And lust and lilt of summer will linger
while dusk striates luring skies
yet twilight chill creates mauves for
reminders as autumn moves in.