Sounds of August
Summer exhales in tiny hisses–
Aspens let out sacred sighs that escape
through transparent clouds.
I listen and salute them.
Amber and ocher drip
from auburn leaves to stain
the earth in matching colors.
Retiring leaves drop to pave
the footpaths with pop and crunch.
Chirps signal a return to home
in fledgling and empty nests.
Iridescent wings flutter as Monarchs cease
their rule and migrate in swarms.
I accept the farewell.
A crisper breeze sweeps through
the brittle boughs
as the season tiptoes
away on bare feet.
I bend with the boughs–to do
otherwise would upset season and reason.
Autumn is on the horizon.
Author: Evie Groch
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