Other Ways of Seeing

Hunkering sometimes affords another way of seeing: onto a field of light and into dark woods beyond, uphill, through grass and weed, a pair of mating Banded Pennants sways and turns in the breeze.

A bumblebee flies at them, and they disappear.

I hear the final buzzing of summer, I see the cardinal flowers and Autumn Meadowhawks, I know the inevitable slow approach of a season's end, and I already mourn its loss.