Goldenrod

Dusk

The common nighthawks

appear each evening

an hour or so

before darkness

Airiel foraging

on the wing

in the insect laiden

skies of my farm.

Effortlessly gliding

compared to the

erratic flapping

of the brown bats

who inhabit

a lower layer of the

evening sky

with  a more frenzied

and random

approach to

securing a meal.

The subtle signs

of approaching Fall

invisible a week earlier,

are introduced by

roadside goldenrod

and a sense of

what will soon be

a passing.

These transitions, 

both in the natural world

and in our social lives,

which we are juvenile enough

to think matter

in the larger scheme of things

remain

indifferent.

K. Carter