Summer’s End

From seedlings in spring to tall grasses in summer sun, we stand, scanning the lapping currents from our spot. Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water bugs mate and die while widow skimmers dance on the waves in bright light. A turtle basks on a dead limb that’s caught in a root wad along the... Continue Reading →

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