Reason not with the wren: Where it builds its nest or Why it sings, why the constant Happy hopping once the season Warms to spring, why it roosts In wreaths on front doors Or high corners of the porch, Why it’s always on a mission, Leaf in beak like a relay torch, Why the indomitable …
“It’s hard to resist, isn’t it?” “Yeah, I always walk by the plant section when I’m in here. I’m tempted to buy plants, even in the dead of winter when I know they’ll freeze.” We both laugh at ourselves and then push our buggies our separate ways along the grocery aisle. I wasn’t kidding, though. …
It’s the hour of the dragonfly. Have you seen it? I have. It’s the hour when dragonflies wing their way in sparkling iridescence over baked green grass and sidewalks shimmering with heat. They land for brief moments before skimming onward, disturbed by my walking too near, or by some inscrutable shift in the thermal currents …
