Watching the Sky

the trees are rustling in the breeze
not loudly, but enough to let me know they are there.
even the grass is louder than I am today. it stirs, completely and utterly alive.
does grass have emotion? I think while watching an ant crawl across my leg.
there are some dead leaves already scattered about the yard. soon the rakes will come out.
is it autumn already? they skitter down the driveway, clacking against the pavement with
that special noise that only dead leaves can make.
it's a little eerie,  to tell the truth.


the back of my neck is getting  little bit chilled in the cool wind. my foot has fallen asleep because
I have been sitting on it. unaware of the pins and needles
I am too caught up in the world around me.
when a car passes, I tell it to hush so I can hear
the buzzing of the last bees of summer.
I shoo the clouds away.today I want to see the sky!