Students have left campus following the end of the term, and summer classes have yet to begin. An eerie quiet holds in the early morning…
The daylilies think about greeting the day,
the last of the columbine ring their tiny bells, and
Virginia spiderwort continues to regret her name but not her looks.
A small rabbit browses in the aster,
a robin works on a late-season nest, and
a turtle munches on breakfast.
Some things are out of place,
not lost perhaps, just in transition,
while others are exactly where they belong.
Mirrors offer strange reflections,
trees with wounds yet stand tall,
and I am reminded that angels move among us, with wings, crossing streets.