Monday, August 5, 2013

Angels

Morning, yesterday
I sit in the garden
Waiting for the hummingbird
To appear, suddenly
Like the bark of my dog
How it startles me
As does the beauty
Of the butterfly
The hummingbird
I sit and I stare
And I wait
These are my angels
I believe, I am
Listening, every summer day
They visit and in the winter
The cardinal and the bluejay
Come to the garden
This is where I travel
This is my journey
And the next day
And the next, a breeze
whispers, the garden chimes
Ring, a bird sings
This is a heaven
On earth, the colorful
Zinnias sway, a solitary
Sparrow drinks at the garden
Fountain, a childhood
Friend visited the other day
Another blessing
On a summer day

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