Weeds . . .

Find the hummingbird

The butterfly bushes,
in my small yard,
have captivated a multitude . .
where the purple flowers cluster
and dangle temptingly,
dancing slightly in the breeze . . .
warmed in the golden sun and
emitting an enticing scent of honeyed sweetness . .
bees gather, diving deeply into the heady stuff . . .
focused on their business . ..  they never notice
my camera as it poises over each unique individual . . .
some new and fluffy with yellow pollen . .
others shiny and black . . .
and the furry ones, that look like little teddy bears .  .
tumble and bumble along on their frail glassy wings . .
The small butterflies, like fluffy orange kittens . . . play and frolic
amongst this abundance . . . big eyes reflect
back at me . . . a certain winsomeness . . .
and a little dreaminess in the sunshine . . .
The humming birds seem to think
that this is their sanctuary . . .
and often hover before my face

to look into my eyes. . .
never though, when I have my camera . . sadly . .
and I always explain to them .  .  .
that I am just here to observe . . . never to disrupt
this small Eden . . .
and though my neighbors may decry my "weeds"
I see
a beautiful garden . . .

 

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Memories

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummingbird

Once
within the vision
of my beating heart
a
small and brilliant gem
at my window pane

did dart . . .
wings invisible,

within the clarity of flight
colors flashing in 

winter's waning light,

a tiny chest thrust out. . . .

with light feathers airy,

like the gossamer fine dress of a 

a breezy hovering fairy,

and

for one brief precious moment . . .
I was held spell bound . . .

bonded
as one with this tiny angel found,
like an alien to my existence

yet
eye to eye,
and soul to soul. . .

all else vanished 

beyond the event horizon pole. . . 

and we still dance together

on that thin golden rim

of unity and compassion

until our memories grow dim

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A thank you to Jamendo artists:

I got tears in my eyes, listening to this beautiful music. 
It touched the lonely places in my soul, for a day and for more . . .
It gave me wings and strength to lift
my heavy spirit from this soil
and rise in flight to find the blue
above the clouds and into the bright
it gave me heart to beat
it gave my soul a chance to be free
it lifted me high
it heard me sigh
how can music find that place in me?

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