Turn

At the field’s perimeter
        frog eggs churned

to tadpoles. Grass
        stained our jeans.

Wood-smells rose
        among rocks and trees—

moist, earthy. We found
        pollen-breath,

nectar-threads, morning
        glory and mint.

Honeysuckle grew
        in pairs like barrettes

when suddenly girls
        emerged from hedges

wearing cotton skirts
        and flowered dresses.

And through summer’s heat
        a drone of bees

swept us onward
        toward autumn.