Noon

Noon, the twelve o'clock hour when the sun is released from the clouds power, whisked away by a humid wind vane following the flood of morning rain glazed haze on the canopy of trees and all is well to see. Quiet slips in from the night where crickets and cicadas sang in flight, lonesome songs of the darkness flow beneath the faint moon glow where the stars played peek a boo then slept as dreams accrue.. Hot, humid day crawling in with ease, slip sliding thru the soft breeze that brushes loose drops of rain fallen on the branches tamed held snug and cuddled on the leaves of green falling now to earth unseen. Summer days quickly passing by hurrying beyond June and July, racing into August sighs for the seasons constant changing skies and the end of summer chains spring to summer to autumn rains. Just on the cusp cold languishes in wait unwilling to hold back or hesitate as grass pales to yellows and browns ready for the fall upon the ground as fruit and flower begin to fall the noonday sun reveals it all.