There is a Carolina Wren outside my window, staking his claim to the porch as only a wren can. This is the highpoint of summer, from now on the world turns towards the fall. But for this shining moment life runs hot and hard.
The Merlin flies, in swift silence, crossing towards the western river valleys.
And a thousand dragonflies dance in the meadow, glittering stars cast down in the sun on far fields.
Acair Fearann 
And families of hummingbirds young and old make vertical dances in the sky.