Summer Lingers

 

The cool fall air hangs out in the shade, giving summer one last day to heat the sun-exposed areas with too-hot-to-sit-in temperatures. I sit halfway between the two in my long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Leaves still dress the trees in summer green, although many have nodded to fall, donning red-tinged garb. Windy, gentle gusts loosen some. These drift across the yard to end their existence in decay, their final gift to the earth. The wind dances the leaves still clinging to their flexing branches and makes a rushing sound that crescendos and ebbs in pleasant rhythms.

Bees buzz and bob close to my head, but find no sweet fragrances to fixate on. I easily swat them away. A neighbor’s wind chime jangles pleasantly.  Another neighbor's wind flag moves like a hero's cape in action. A songbird tweets timidly as though uncertain its voice is welcome in the changing of seasons. White seed specks drift with the wind, released from an unseen pod.

Summer, I’ll hold you while you linger. I don’t want to let you go. Fall is approaching and will chase you away. I’m comforted to know you’ll be back next year.

In a chaotic world of competing politics, tragedies and injustice, it’s good to know the seasons can’t be controlled or stopped by human whim and decision.  Planet alignment or what the weather will be bring can’t become a tool government can manipulate for advantage or revenge. Thank God for the absolutes of His creation!