Late Day Sun
From the back porch step the late day sun intensely shines through the swaying of tree branches, providing shade from the burning rays. At one time, in this yard, many trees stood tall and proud. Pine predominated and rose high above. They proved excellent for climbing. Alas, they are no more. Victims of time, disease and my younger self's affinity for tree houses. Groups of birds overhead dart from east to west and north to south in a coordinated flurry, apparently in search of insects aloft for a quick meal. They dance a winged ballet, tossing their feathered wings symmetrically with ease and grace. I observe them scattering, then reappearing, before disappearing from view. The pre-autumn breeze soothes my tired summer sun-drenched and overheated body. I dream of cold winter nights, the scent of fireplaces and chilled breath. I witness the myriad leaves, tired and shriveled, awaiting their destiny. The grass lays below with open arms.