sky full of birds
up high a hawk
crows wing at the edges
songbirds dart
every which way
a hummingbird perched,
silent, in a dogwood.
can the hawk see the hummingbird
or
are its eyes
full of light
pouring from the sky
sliding on ropes of cloud
slender as rain
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Whenever two hummingbirds strive for dominance at a feeder, whenever they fight over a patch of blossoms, whenever one strafes my head because I’m too close to its food source, I am reminded that hummingbirds, like all birds, are the evolutionary descendants of dinosaurs.
A hummingbird has a T-Rex heart.
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smoke and ash stirred
by rough winds, the pounding rain
quenches summer fires
summer steals away
in the soft stillness of night
and in it’s place, Fall
in the fallen leaves
gold of a vanished sun
summer’s gift to autumn
Image by Robin Anderson
ropey clouds at sunset
played out over a beryl sky
the tide slipping out
in a quiet room
only the sound of pages turning
pen scratching paper
asleep in the cabin
the restless heart of the sea
echoes in her chest
Image by Robin Anderson
They like viewing art together. They go to the museum or a new gallery and view the art. They talk about it, there, at the museum or gallery and later, in a coffee shop or restaurant or while walking down the street or even late at night, at home. They discuss and dissect the art they’ve viewed together, what they liked or didn’t like, how it made them feel. Looking at art is one of the things they enjoy doing together, in public.
There are other things they enjoy doing together, but those things cannot be done in public.
Image by Steven Tannenbaum
