Two Fragments of Late Summer

poems for the changing season

I have just two brief poems this week, as summer gives way to the very warm days of early autumn. Despite a hot spell, there has been a sudden surge of wildflowers and the creatures that anticipate the coming of cooler weather.

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Waiting

I love
To see a dove
Pausing to inspect the day
While the summer slowly drifts away.

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It’s also the season when caterpillars are many and active!

Caterpillar days:
autumn weeds become bustling
pathways and cafes.

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