The Hummingbird

he visits as I warm my soul
with rays of noontime sun

I hear him swoosh and flash about
the buzz of feathered wings
drinking nectar hung for him
to fuel his journeying

he makes me pause
to wonder
marveling

how does something so small
vibrate so joyfully
to simply be

tio stib, 2022

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There is Hope

As I had for many mournful months
I sat at ocean’s edge
 
alone
lost in stillness
mesmerized by the tranquility
of wavelets lapping
up the silent sand
 
the sun reached down
and stroked my hand
warm, soft, strong
much as her touch once
comforted my starving soul
 
then memories blinded tearful eyes
the darkened day turned cold
but then I heard the sounds of joy
the sounds of life renewed
children laughing
singing, screaming
a songbird flitting by
 
and I heard it
the voice within
 
at last,
there is hope
again
tio stib

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