I can think my life a tragedy
I can think it anything
Darkness is the old default
But not on this Glorious Summer Day!
The sun, not yet setting, but past peak,
its Westerly light on the Bougainvillea,
The colorful bract, reflecting the Sun Brilliantly!
And a gorgeous bird foraging within,
also shining in the light
makes it impossible to stop this SMILE!
A pair of larger birds dance on the opposite roof
One chases the other on foot
Palm trees green against blue Summer sky,
And now an early Moon wants to join
I LOVE IT!
A soft breeze, multiple forms of cacti in the garden below,
My whole heart loves desert plants,
A hummingbird flies under me, from my balcony perch.
I usually get to see a cat-sized squirrel
LEAP from the rooftop to the tallest, most glorious Palm in view
Before the day is done.
They cut most of my beautiful Tree with its Orange Blossoms
and so went the hummingbirds, my pleasure at dusk.
But more Orange Blossoms are appearing
It is Returning
And I do see a hummingbird or two
They are Returning,
And I am Returning
To Who I Am And Called To Be
Returning to the place before I lost myself
And so says the Tree and the littlest birds that love its flowers.
We Are Nature All.
I love these moments of Blue Sky,
An urban scene?
If you say so.
I don’t see the telephone poles,
the wires, the helicopters, the world . . .
I only knows they are there
because you talk about them.
(and yes I see the typo
two lines up and two words in.
I did not modify it, I cherish it!
It made me laugh.)
I see the Earth that lives on,
in all its infinite manifestations
With or without us, in spite of us
The summer breeze nearing dusk is like a soft kiss,
The gentlest feel
I Am Here