CUSP

The wind whispered gently through September.
I was given calm reflections and thoughts,
Watching the loch in afternoon sunshine.
I was given glowing evenings outdoors
Together with sons here on borrowed time.
For their days belong to other countries.
September is still so recent.
I hold on to their presence, though they are not here,
But light the fire now before it gets dark.
The wind whips through the October landscape.