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
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- The Hollow (1)
- The Hollow (2)
- The Hollow (3)
- The Hollow (4)
- The Hollow (5)
- The Hollow (6)
- The Hollow (7)
- The Hollow (8)
- The Hollow (9)
- The Hollow (10)
- The Hollow (11)
- The Hollow (12)
- The Hollow (13)
- The Hollow (14)
- The Hollow (15)
- The Hollow (16)
- The Hollow (17)
- The Hollow (18)
- The Hollow (19)
- The Hollow (20)
- The Hollow (21)
- The Hollow (22)
- The Hollow (23)
- The Hollow (24)
- The Hollow (25)
- The Hollow (26)
- The Hollow (27)
- The Hollow (28)
- The Hollow (29)
- The Hollow (30)
- The Hollow (31)
- The Hollow (32)
- The Hollow (33)
- The Hollow (34)
- The Hollow (35)
- The Hollow (36)
- The Hollow (37)
- The Hollow (38)
- The Hollow (39)
- The Hollow (40)
- The Hollow (41)
- The Hollow (42)
- The Hollow (43)
- The Hollow (44)
- The Hollow (45)
- The Hollow (46)
- The Hollow (47)
- The Hollow (48)
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.
Thanks! I’m glad the series is resonating with you so far. At this point it looks as if it’ll go to 45 or 50 posts.
It’s definitely worth pursuing for as long as it want to speak :)
There are so many wonderful pauses for me, as I’m reading along – so I look forward to savouring more –
Cheers – and thank you!