Spring is inching her way into Central Ohio. The air is warmer, the sun is shining more directly. New spring is just around the corner, and with it the arrival of our many insect friends. Here is my tribute to them, the less visible but essential members of our earth family.
For the Smaller Sons and Daughters
A remembrance at twilight
for the beasts that inhabit the air
fireflies lighting their soft lamps
cicadas hissing mysteriously in trees
ancient mosquitoes fat with blood
delicate honeybees sleeping in the hive.
Sweet creatures of the air surround us
lazily drifting, winging earnestly
they pass briefly, we do not attend
their unremarkable death or time.
Wings of the bold dragonfly
bumblebee’s aggressive launch
curious hovering of wasps
placid loft of butterflies:
creatures of the moon and sun
they speak to us in touch and flight
their message is the same, the one:
let God be honored in our brief hour and lives.