A Bear Was There

Donna Weems
September 14, 2016

The dry spell has lingered
Moisture from the soil is gone
The goldenrod wilts, yellow flowers
still brilliant on their
drooping stalks

The odd torrent of rain
from a stray thunderhead
runs off the surface

Worms, salamanders, sow bugs and beetles
move with the
retreating moisture under
large rocks and
dead stumps


Jon and I check on the baby red spruce trees
in the field
ferns and
grass now brittle

We notice a large rock has been
moved and laugh
at this anomaly

Until we notice
every large rock
in the field has been