what is it about rain arriving —but not yet as ginkgoes —golden-leafed— in autumn startle dark sorrowing skies as you dressed in red on
—after Stephen Budiansky Birds, fish, whales teach our featherless finless fingers arms and feet: tapering to a thin, sweptback tip, a crescent assists its
Today I saw a sparrow chasing a tiger swallowtail— the butterfly rose and dipped and veered away like a bright-sailed catamaran in heavy seas