the life of a chewing louse

 

i rode a snow goose

south from the autumn tundra

in her warm down breast

 

sympetrum

 

tiny dragonflies

glitter on goldenrod shores

of an autumn lake

 

 

whirligigs in autumn

 

whirligig beetles

slowly trace a cool morning

leisurely chaos

 

 

winter soon

 

footsteps echoing on the pavement

silence. no stridulation, no buzzing

a cool fall night

 

(by anna solecki)