insects

I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
Wherever thou art hid,
Thou testy little dogmatist,
Thou pretty Katydid!
Thou mindest me of gentlefolks,--
Old gentlefolks are they,--
Thou say'st an undisputed thing
In such a solemn way.

Mountain scorpion...
She was more afraid of Us,
Than were We of Her.

You came with our ferns,
And I almost lost you there.
Loved you 'cause I could.

Dynastes tityus, The Eastern Hercules beetle larvae.

My life does cycle
Ever-so-much-more-slowly:
I relax in yours.

Working at a property on the shore of Lake Burton this week, I helped plant a thousand perennials; beside--and between--long runs of stepping stones that run from the driveway to the boat house, out back; around the stones in the hillside; in the beds bordering; amongst the larger plants we planted, earlier this year.

Planting some seemingly 6,000+ annuals a the base of the rock wall (I know, right?!) separating the club house from the practice tees at TOtR, I was (again) brought to notice a marvel of our Creation; an entomological fantasy; another science project!

You held-on so long:
For what, we may never know.
Glad you shared my ride.

You made all of this,
The weight you carried so long.
Eggs are memory.

Thank you for your time,
So fleeting, and delightful.
I will look for you.