IX.
The Mullen is tall, delphinium in bloom, Echinacia
about to flower and the Hummingbird
shuns the feeder for authentic nectar.
Busy summer garden days
interrupted to sit and watch
Bird joy, stillness, mediative.
Out of myself and what has to be done,
talking to birds and thinking –
they know me, perhaps.
I love all these poems. Wonderful!
Thank you, Diane!
Diane – I see we are thinking about the same things. Your poems are moving, relevant.
This is a stunning poem. I’m excited to read more of this series. Great idea!