Summers Fading Beauty

As summer is slowly winding down, I find myself feeling melancholy knowing that all too soon nature will let go of life and pull into itself as the harshness of winter moves in, dumping voluminous blankets of white over everything. The little creatures that skitter about my garden will go deep underground to sleep away the winter. Squirrels are busy collecting and as I watch, they stop, dig a wee hole in my lawn and deposit their treasure for a winter meal. When snow blankets the ground, I wonder, will they remember where they buried their treasure?

I sit quietly in my garden and watch the odd leaves that have changed colour slowly let go of the tree, gently sailing down, drifting back and forth on the slight air currents.

There is a sense of urgency in the air ~ sub zero temperatures and a blanket of white will be upon us in the blink of an eye. There is much to be done in preparation.

But for now, let me peacefully sit while I enjoy the last whispers of summer.

Nature

I sit in the beauty of nature

The birds serenade me with their beautiful voices

The bees flit from blossom to blossom

Collecting their pollen and nectar

The clouds tumble by

Blown to and fro by gentle summer breezes

Rolling and tumbling as they change

From a whispy tendril to a fire breathing dragon

A cacophony of colour delights my eyes

Goldenrod, sumac, daisies

Popping up here and there amidst the waving fields of grasses

Whispering in the breeze

Sharing their secrets with me

I must listen closely to hear their stories

The creek meanders by

With little creatures in tow

Delicate water plants wave their fingers and arms

In the current, like tiny dancers

Other small creatures stop by the edge

For a drink to sustain them through their daily journey

But then my communion with nature is broken

As the sounds of human life bustles hither and yon

In the distance a horn sounds, a siren wails

A lawnmower rumbles in preparation to tailor a lawn

I'll tuck these perfect moments away in my memories

And come back to my garden once again tomorrow 

I'll enjoy the peace before the world once again intrudes

On the sounds of silence ...