A Time to Be…

Leaves murmur their approval
as the spirit of the wind drifts by
to cool their weary limbs

and the willow weeps
for another season passing
as leaves are shed into the pond
creating silent, tiny ripples
when they touch the mirrored surface

the smell of sweet grass and moisture
mingle in the air
the first fallen leaves
skitter down the path
announcing their passing

a small chipmunk peeps out
from behind a bush
looking for lunch

as the crickets chant their rhythm
and songbirds add the melody

and through it all
the hum of heatbugs in the trees
hints at summer's continuance

all this exists
in one moment of time
or was it
no time at all…?

? Michaelette ?

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