Wind in the Treetops

“As summer fades our souls relax and prepare for the resting time of winter.”

c.e.hollis

The wind chimes hung on the porch are jingling in the gusts. The kitten is playing in the lawn chair. The lazy cows are grazing in the shade taking turns at the water trough. The cicadas are trailing their song from the oak tree. The crape myrtle is perfuming the air with its scent—soft and sweet.

Hummingbirds are sipping tea at the feeders The whir of their wings can be heard as they zip by and compete for the nectar.

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Under the sycamore tree my granddaughter has built a playroom with lawn chairs, the ice chest, and some unused flowerpots. She has picked flowers from my flower bed and stuck them in dirt in one pot on the picnic table. The whole world is quiet yet it’s full of noise. I hear a truck passing—only one.

A crow cawing at the sky is incessant and insistent—caw caw caw! The swish and swirl of wind in the treetops is like the mighty ocean pushing its waves up on the shore and retreating, carrying seashells and grinding new sand onto the beach. Summer is leaving us behind.

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“The minutes pass and turn to hours, days to weeks and weeks to months. Soon the year is gone and we blink and wonder where it has gone.”

c.e.hollis