It began

with butterflies. 

I had forgotten how beautiful they are, especially in late summer with zinnias in full bloom.

Today I remembered.

Chasing the Light

After rain,
morning sun
wavered -- now
gauze, then glass,
only fitful,
only brief. 

An odd time
for picture-taking,
making insect,
flower, fur,
water, sky
flattened blurs.

Even the sole
swallowtail
shivered; my
hands shook.

But the forest
floor flamed,
so I chased
fungal light.