The fly rests near the ragged, juicy plum skin, wind coursing over its iridescent thorax. Stripes of moss fill cracks on the wooden bench. Cattails slip from the moist edges of the pond while a constellation of yellow leaves sails across its surface. Even the trees wear moss, slurping the gray sprinkles of rain as they soak through the topsoil and descend. I imagine earthworms wriggling deep. A black spider crawls from one side of the path to the other. Hawk soars above.
pond’s surface
is creaking branches
worn glass wings
and sky
October 30, 2020
Aidan Barger is an EcoArts Intern and a Creative Writing Major. See his full profile here.