Giving up their ghost

The trees are giving up their ghost.Leaves almost gone.Things they once hid are now in plain view.From the big window I can see houses across the street.

I keep watching for deer in the woods but so far none have been seen.Hawks and crows are plentiful.Thank goodness for the green pines.Swaying in the wind like giant hands waving at me.

I think the leaves off the trees giving up things they once hid is like our lives.Things we try to hide are always brought into full view sooner or later.