Under a relentless blue sky with no clouds, I notice these things:
some plants reach their peak of beauty,
then quickly collapse into decay;
crouching like a supplicant before the bounty of fall's flowers I become one with the bees,
and notice that they favor the flowers in the sun over their sisters in the shade;
I walk in the morning chill,
and am mesmerized by the way steam rises and drifts over the pond.
Thanks goes to Cindy at From My Corner of Katy for hosting Three for Thursday.