Here is a meditation on the last lone flower of the fall.
I walked through the field this morning and found a lone flower raising its face to the sunlight. It was a late comer to the season, but certainly not lacking in splendor. A bee came to collect the pollen and partake of the sweet nectar tucked inside the flower. A butterfly stopped for a momentary visitation, too. All of us felt the warm caress of the morning sun.