Ramblings of the Season

There was a whistling in the windy stops a rustling of branches and leaves to find slipping in and out the scattering of raindrops a cardinal and a bluejay landing in the pine a screech and click shout on the breeze of time a foreshadowing of the storm clouded cries. There were butterflies bees and flies hovering within the flowers final demise one more day of summer warm and bright stretching out in August delight. The end of seasons approach as autumn chills slowly encroach a day escape from the blistering and humid heat when nothing moves and creatures sleep the ever-changing world in revolution bends to the sun and earthly delusions.