Life Cycles By
The heavens declare His glory with the sunshine on this
October day as we walk along the path by the slough, passing golden leaves and
red berries against a sky of robin egg blue; people passing on roller blades
and bicycles. Ah look! a wooly bear waddling in his fur coat across the path,
heading to the grass, getting ready to change from caterpillar glory to moth
glory; death and resurrection; metamorphosis. Like my mother liked to sing, "I'll fly away someday."
Look there’s another one and another and another. It’s a caterpillar crossing, a mighty migration. I kneel to pet one’s black and brown bristles; to praise his cuteness. Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. Passing on the right! Oh. That one didn’t make it. That one either. Nor that one. I take a long look down the dotted asphalt river. My metaphors of comfort crushed.
Look there’s another one and another and another. It’s a caterpillar crossing, a mighty migration. I kneel to pet one’s black and brown bristles; to praise his cuteness. Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. Passing on the right! Oh. That one didn’t make it. That one either. Nor that one. I take a long look down the dotted asphalt river. My metaphors of comfort crushed.
4 Comments:
That was such a nice picture, and then - EW!
How do you pronounce slough?
sounds like slew
I thought it was like sloff, you know, the slough of despond. Slew of despond doesn't sound as despondent. I am waiting for my dictionary app to speak it to me...waiting...waiting...will check in another day! Loved the piece.
My dictionary app finally admitted that it had no pronunciation for that word. That's because it's pronounced differently depending on the meaning. And slew is correct therefore.
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