Outside My Window

Outside my window the lemon grass sways in the wind and the heart shaped leaves of the winding morning glory fold their hearts in half hiding in the sunlight. The yard is strangely quiet, no birds flitting about feeding their young anymore. All appears done with Spring and summer ended. Outside my window the crickets screech in the breeze calling for a warm, humid day shaded by the oaks and sycamores the coolness welcomes the morning, promising a bluer than blue sky; The garden fails to thrive with faded blossoms of black eyed susies and dried out pink and white coneflowers. The once promised rainbow of color disappears as I watch quietly. Outside my window life changes and hurries on ready for the next season welcoming it with silent reluctance. The life within the garden begins to slumber gathering food and warmth for a hard winter to come. Life is still there, ever persistent and awaiting season changes.