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.
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