The Hollow (8)

This entry is part 8 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

under the green oaks
all the colors of flame

tupelo

 

too cold to move
the red eft shivers
when I stroke its back

 

I lift my eyes
to the hillside

dead and dying mountain laurel

 

a midnight-blue wasp

its white-tipped antennae
palpating the ground

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  1. a midnight-blue wasp

    its white-tipped antennae
    palpating the ground

    ………. stunning!

    I really am enjoying this series … each is a brief burst, or quiet reflection, a small notation, the minutiae that enriches a life ~ thank you.

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