The Diminuendo of Summer

Una Corda

Taking its cue, August moves to center-stage, delivering a quiet, calm soliloquy. From the canopy, the Black-headed grosbeak’s songs relent to their more somber and briefer calls. The Douglas squirrels squeak less frequently. Along the side of the road, salmonberry leaves are drying and falling off the bushes, lessening the rustle they make when I driv…