Two hummingbirds danced in half circles
Tilting slightly into the white morning sun
Behind the sleeping, now drab cone flowers
Their beaks touched ever so gently
As parting lovers might embrace
Until their time comes once again
It all seemed so natural, unrehearsed
Without expectation
No lingering for tears
No quiet desperation
Not even the slightest clinging to life
Two angels, wings aflutter in divine harmony
In the presence of such a miracle
How can you not be changed, even transformed
I cried, like a child wanting to be held close
To hear mother’s heartbeat
To hear the fluttering wings of angels
Hovering above me as I sleep
Poetic Alchemist 
Liquid: Thanks so much! Hope you are well.
That is beautiful Don!
Thanks Yansidara. Glad you found your way back.
Your poetry, as always, alluring. I am glaad I found you again.
Thanks Dan and thanks Jon. much appreciated.
INCREDIBLY touching, very beautiful and extremely well done!!!! :o)
WOW!