Thin but steady rain. A moth flutters up under my end-table to roost. At the woods’ edge, the bindweed has gotten to ...

Thin but steady rain. A moth flutters up under my end-table to roost. At the woods’ edge, the bindweed has gotten to the top of its dead lilac stem, and extends a long feeler toward the lowest overhanging limb that sways just out of reach.