hardy aspen and pine
A single shaft of light
makes shadows dance
between fluttering wings
of the humming bird
She hovers smoothly
in my line of sight
a few short steps away
Her tiny body bounces
as if to acknowledge
the silent applause in my eyes
I hold the dice cup in my hand
unwilling to break her spell
with a rattling of cubes
My daughter
from the other side
of the backgammon board
shares my rapture
We come here
to share in the peace of the mountain
to be alone together
This day we are honored
to have been blessed
by the dance of the hummingbird
--Tom "WordWulf" SternerHowe
Copyright (c) 2005, Tom "WordWulf" SternerHowe.
Used with the author's permission.
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