Hummingbirds

The woods are my home.

In the heat, I would hide away.

My extended kin joined me in my peace.

Our minds stretched among the evergreens and down into the snake holes.

And we created with what we respected.

All seasons we ran and played.

And as we played we grew.

Learning how to take care of our home.

The sweetest lady would call us in

While we were too busy to notice,

The sun had gone to rest first.

In the bridge between spaces,

A hummingbird feeder hung.

And all the birds, bugs, and critters would gather.

My kin and I would watch if the dragonfly was faster than the hummingbird.

We grew more before we could answer.

Yet the feeder, woods, and the sweetest lady stayed. 

I visit home often although time drags me away.

The woods have a way of rebelling against it. 

Now I just sit with the sweetest lady.

I help her keep her mind connected to the woods.

We take walks instead of running.

We play by seeing which flowers grow best. 

Guessing the colors of the hydrangeas. 

The board games we know too well. 

Our kin join us when they can, 

But I will always go back to the place

Where I discovered everything I could become.

-Verdure

*I love you Grandma, you are love itself. El Roi