Blue Wild Indigo

Blue Wild Indigo

Kildeer

Seldom do I walk the prairie
at mid-day. At that time
of day, I’m still occupied
with the day’s tasks.
Until yesterday,
when my mid-day task
was to take a look at the prairie labyrinth
to see if it needs to be shorn
before the Earth Day Celebration here Saturday.
It’s the light
that’s different
mid-day
and the fact that all
are about their day’s tasks.
Tiny yellow and peach,
orange and brown,
gray,
white,
bright yellow
moths and butterflies
flitting to
and feasting on
tiny blue,
pinks,
white,
yellow,
purple
prairie flowers
sprung from the greening grasses;
too, a Monarch,
the queen of butterflies,
and the majestic
Blue Wild Indigo,
the queen of prairie flowers.
(No mowing now; wildflowers
fill the paths.)
The air is clear and soft on m face,
the light warmly bright,
the pond water almost royal
blue.
A frog plunks in.
Canada Geese float away.
At water’s edge,
two Kildeer seem to be looking
for a nest site,
then fly up,
calling in their prettily haunting
Morse Code.

Get thee to the prairie—
anytime.