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August 31, 2014 § Leave a comment
I set the rocker in motion
and turn to watch her
as she follows the flight
of a moth from hydrangea
to lawn
she has picked the lock
of contemplation, silently
slipping me the combination
with a smile
every chance
she gets
leaving me captivated
by the way
life has bled
from the season
we just left
into the one
we’ve just entered
and with all that came along
evidence of care
evidence of love
every sustaining
morsel to be eaten
with the tips of fingers
as days
enter with a bow
and leave
with a tip of the hat
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead
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August 21, 2014 § 3 Comments
the hummingbirds banked
around a corner
of the garage
ascended along the hedge wall
and pulled up level
with pale bells
strung there
their paired
flight pulsing – a strobe
of emerald and ruby
wings sounding
like breeze
through
tin window blinds
hidden in the pattern
of their maneuvers
was conversation
much more
I think
than just
a simple
regarding of nectar
(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead