At the tip of the stalk, true to form.
A drowsy bumblebee waits for the morning sun.
Weaving the edges together.
Comings and goings between the tides.
A calming sight in the wetlands.
The brilliance to follow.
At the center of a summer hillside.
Signaling early summer along the West River.
A precocious crowd at the water’s edge.
Tiny jewels spark the wayside.