Poets Corner: August

August

I am August, the deceptive one:

my sunrise still comes early

but shortens by seconds every day.

Sunset still seems late

but slips away sooner

with hardly anyone yet aware.

My hormones of heat and humidity

still addle people with lassitude

and desire for a plunge in the surf

to sooth their seething nerves.

But towards the end of my stay

the sun that rose so early in June

now rises from its bed late enough

that no one can miss the change

and darkness comes

before the world is ready.

Ann Lees, a retired research physician, has been part-time, year-round resident of Chilmark for more than 30 years.