suddenly it seems,

but only because, perhaps, i was not paying attention-

the rosemary bush is now an odd cluster of twigs,

i wonder  – it is because so many hands sweep its long fronds

as they pass…

it is the herb of remembrance after all……

calling us back again and again –

then

i see a small branch colored caterpillar eating lunch….

reminding me

of change and growth,

and of wings.