Summer Lake

Dry
stale winds
stir up waves
from the shrinking lake.
cattails lose their greens
and turn
brown, brittle and worn
frogs chirp
sitting on the
washed up seaweed,
trying to hinder their home.
red winged black birds,
sit in the fading trees
singing their songs.
turtles will pop their head
in and out of the water,
unti; they go to shore
to bask
in the scorching sun.
I can hear the distant sound
of my brothers
pulling in flopping fish
from the lines
as they flainl about
their glimmering scales
polished silver
in the sun.