Six Months Later

(February 19, 2009)

In February there were secrets here. Life at its beginning. Egg sacs and caterpillars. The stages of things unseen. Late winter sleep. Early spring promise.

(August 20, 2009)

We see them now. Their lives are as brown and gold as these fields. Wings are ragged and tattered. We hike all the way down, past where the parched field drops off.

We hear it now. It's in the wind fanning the leaves. A sound that we know right away. A change in the seasons.