If you kill a cockroach

You are a hero

If you kill a butterfly

You are evil

Morals have aesthetic criteria

I have written this in my notebook

As I did on my first visit

Nothing has really changed

The marsh looks as empty

As it did in April

And although the air is chilled

The area seems fuller

With memories of summer extant

I have no more thoughts and will not write

Until I am here again after the passing of winter