Summer's End

The trees succumb quietly to a languishing lull where neither breeze nor gust rises. The hovering quiet stillness remains untouchable for only a moment or two more. The calm rush ensues hurried whispers in the branches dancing wildly upon the leaves. It is an early morning swan song singing softly of the summer's end taking in that last hot breath of time. The trees begin to show their color change just a hint of pastel shaded hues, light yellows, pale reds, peachy orange with sky blues. A slow enticing change embracing as the earth and trees begin to slowly undress gathering in spring and summer's bounty. Too soon that magnificence will be barren and naked standing fully revealed in the wind.