Monday, September 2, 2013

Blue Lobelia

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The blue lobelia has arisen
and opened its mouths to
the bumblebees.

These are the days to take
nothing for granted.

That droning cicada might be the last.
That creaking katydid might be the last.

The butterflies are lying, spent, on the ground.
The warblers are starting to sneak away in the night.

The squirrels are frantic.
There is no acorn mast this year.
They wonder how they will ever gather
and open enough walnuts and hickories
to make it through.

Odds are, many of them won’t.
Death frightens.

Maybe I’ll put out corn this winter.

Have I taken the time to search out 
a bird's nest and count the eggs?

Have I sat long enough among 
the tall meadow flowers?

Have I told the fat, rough-bodied toads 
how truly lovely they are?

Have I let at least one mystery 
take hold of me?

What will it be like when the first flurries come?

Will I look back, wondering where I had been all this time?

© 2013-2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Plant Songs" (a work in progress)

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