From Nature's wardrobe

Trudging home in the late afternoon sun with a bag of scrumped plums I was accompanied by a retinue of speckled wood butterflies. I noticed for the first time  the subtle changes in leaf colour and texture, and the bramble tendrils making a final energetic push for new territory... yes, it's that time of year again. A fallen buzzard's feather underlined the message.

Nature's wardrobe 
holds a fair 
supply of costumes: 
Spider, seagull, field mouse. 
each fits perfectly right off 
and is dutifully worn 
into shreds. 


(From a thought-provoking poem 'Among the Multitudes' by Wislawa Szymborska. You can find it  here.)