I have not seen a firefly all Summer. I've not seen giant brains of orange fungus growing on decaying tree trunks all summer. The woods, I'd always rather be in the woods w L, the trees are four weeks ahead of schedule towards winter dormancy
All summer L and I have been commenting on how abnormally distressed the beech trees are, we ascribed it to the bad drought (we are short ten inches of rain this year), but some of them looked sicker than just enervated and thirsty, and fuck, some of them are getting sick, if beech trees are wiped out so are Maryland woods
A tiny worm, an invasive species, will decimate all forests east of the Mississippi, we've already killed fireflys (when was the last time you saw a ladybug? a box turtle?) my constant and despairingly angry reminder that when my daughter is my age it will be 2057, what wreck of a world if the world still exists will she inhabit? Saturday's thistles, Browning Run Trail, Little Bennett
THE COPPER BEECH
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell
darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,
I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.