Friday, October 21, 2016

Prairie in Fall Reflection

In fall the prairie is dipped in bronze, brown, and ochre. An hour before sunset and the sun is already creating halos around the thick seed heads of indian grass, while bees, skippers, and a few crescent butterflies find the last of the aromatic asters and Canada goldenrod hidden among short and tall bluestem turning crimson. Atop even a moderate hill the air is warm from the day, but follow a path down a few dozen feet and an evening chill swarms my legs like grasshoppers disturbed from the vegetation. If I’m lucky there is silence – no cars on the nearby road, no planes on final approach for the airport, no gunshots from the nearby police shooting range. There is the riptide of grass in the wind rising against the horizon, and the deep breath of getting down on my knees to admire a fringed gentian, so blue it’s almost violet and giving birth to a bumble bee laden with pollen.

4 comments:

Lee Recca said...

Thank you for bringing back memories of my Midwestern childhood!

Benjamin Vogt said...

It's an honor to do so, Lee! Thank you.

Diana Studer said...

evening chill like grasshoppers
I can feel that!

Benjamin Vogt said...

Diana -- You can? Yes! :)