The last leaves on my cherry tree are barely clinging on. Instead of changing colors, the green leaves drop. The tree ends up looking more or less like a balding version of itself. Comb over and all. Yesterday, after I slipped out of my meditation, I watched a tribune of cardinals, nightingales and chickadees alight on the almost empty branches. Females and males, twitching their heads back and forth. Silent. Watching. A final coalescence before heading South.
There’s a mad mixing of energies during this time of year. Bright, energetic Summer dwindles as the cool clarity of September inspires and motivates. In the kitchen, the last holdouts of Summertime sit glossy and bursting on my counter: watermelon, peppers, eggplant. And right alongside them: hearty squash, apples, new potatoes.
Outside, there’s hot sun and cool air. Folks are sweating, pulling up their overgrown gardens to make way for kale, beets, cauliflower. The forlorn bodies of cicadas lay like fallen soldiers on sidewalks.