Do you want to shop before we leave Cape May? asked Bob.
Willing to read the news while I ambled through a store.
No, I was clear. Let’s go back to the trails behind the lighthouse.
For the fourth time in four days.
For each trek into the wetlands revealed something new.
Today, a yellow garden spider.
Hanging on an intricate web.
White marsh mallows in bloom.
Beside the ones gone to seed.
A flock of ducks on a pier.
More swans than before.
Or, each foray might bring comfort.
Intimacy, from previous contemplation.
Vibrant bees zeroing in on sunflowers.
As if latching on to magnets.
Dragonflies circling above.
Cicadas vibrating like buzz saws.
The hums and quacks and buzzes
amid the floral marsh display.
September paean to Mother Earth
as summer sun slips away.
Lynn Benjamin
September 27, 2023