August Wind

At night I would lay
In my bed by the window
Open to the light of the moon
That danced off the lake
Ever so gently with ripples
From it’s friend the east wind

The cabin was dark
And I could see all the sparkles
Under the big patchy white sphere
That hovered ever higher
Over the cool cool water
And I’d philosophize about life to myself

​This was “my place”
This nook in the cabin
A bunk bed with the best view around
With just a screen between
Myself and Eagle Lake
Sleep and sweet dreams were quick to arrive.