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.
Waiting
I love
To see a dove
Pausing to inspect the day
While the summer slowly drifts away.
It’s also the season when caterpillars are many and active!
Caterpillar days:
autumn weeds become bustling
pathways and cafes.
Brief but delightful. I like how the first one works.