A hummingbird stands in place, eyes upon my face, looking in.
The cedar — moves a little closer — and then the lilac, grass, and breeze.
We all live here — for now — and we come and go as we please.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Cedars, Grace, Gratitude, Hummingbirds, Lilacs, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 