Tattle Tales

I walked briskly toward an ordinary appointment always stopping to look both ways before crossing one street then the next and the next until I came to the bush where I had seen berries on another day. The berries then were bright green as if waiting for someone to tell them ‘go’. Today, as I passed, they were blushing as if embarrassed to be caught out in the sun or maybe hinting that autumn might be around the next corner. Chatting with 

the clerk at the pharmacy, she suggested 

it might be the poor things are stressed by the 

heat. With no one else around to answer nature’s 

conundrum, I walked home, without looking around 

the next corner for autumn. The fall of seasons

will come soon enough whether I look for it or not.

“There is a voice that a doesn’t use words.”

~ Rumi