"aren't you cold?"

the small shiver
and the line of goosebumps
gave me away

I was freezing
but I welcomed it kindly
with frozen fingers

it felt fresh
like the beginning of a memory
long forgotten

my smile emerged
and I gazed out at the gray sky
"yes, so cold"

you write beautiful words

you always amaze

the way your mind
forms each intricate phrase
to put on paper
for my eyes to gaze

some of your poems
are well thought out
others are thrown together
simply, without any doubt

you write beautiful words
they expose you
every little detail
exposes the reader too

you write differently
than I ever could
you speak honestly in I way
that I never would

your words are as beautiful as your mind

Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy, and celebration. Hummingbirds open our eyes
to the wonder of the world
and inspire us to open our hearts
to loved ones and friends.
Like a hummingbird,
we aspire to hover
and to savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer
and to celebrate the joy of everyday.
The hummingbird’s delicate grace reminds us that life is rich,
beauty is everywhere,
every personal connection has meaning
and that laughter is life’s sweetest creation.
From Jason Aaron Swanson
RIP 6/1/2018
It's not goodbye it's see you soon

Your magnificence,
luminous heart and hands, magnified
without a doubt from me.
Only a strange familiar song,
stars like yours meant to burn through
darkness like mine,
until I may return to quiet unknown.
I catch your stardust and hear you
turn, sleep and uncover yourselves.
Admiring you from a distant exile,
after you are always finished first, and I am
finally burnt, consumed by your presence
ever hungry for itself. Echoing across
a knowing black sky, consequences
and second chances.