We passed fields of goldenrod near Salt Lick,
saw ironweed and cardinal lobelia
as we climbed up Zilpo Road to our camp site.
We have come to spend some days in the sun.
Cold lingers in the mornings uninvited,
so we huddle at the stove with coffee
cupped in hands under chins, close to hearts.
We are becoming again misers of warmth.
But the gathering of tall coreopsis
beside our tent and the spicebush swallowtail
that has flit around us these past two days,
draw our eyes away from the burst thistle pods
and the first fallen persimmons. It’s autumn,
and yet the world is still full of wild bloom.