1-6-2019
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.