Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird, tantalizing
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top

It reeled round and round
Before it alighted on a shoe flower;
That hung from a drooping branch
In a corner of my front yard garden

It precariously clung on to it
Like a small pendent on a chain
A sight so cool, now so rare
That lighted up my dull spirits!

      Once they showed themselves up
On almost every sunny day
Promptly after the monsoon rains
When the plants en mass in resplendent bloom

Oh! How I love this tiny bird
Not larger than a bumble bee
Dressed in a cloak of gold and black
Flitting round on fluttering wings

It literally dances and pirouettes in the air
Before descending down closer to its target
      Swirling, gliding n’ moving back and forth
      As if unsure of what it should do

      Then with a terrific **** and swiveling move
      It hovers close to hanging blooms
Balancing itself sans any support
And draws out nectar with its long needle bill

When the zephyrs carry a sweet scent
It flits from flower to flower
And having enjoyed the ambrosial treat
It flies back well satiated like a shooting missile
      
      My eyes fail to capture its lightning move
As it goes whizzing through the lambent air
Quickly disappearing like a mote of soot
Losing itself in the vast expanse of the blue

Being less than an ounce of fat
So light, sleek and well streamlined
It travels faster than the light of speed
In a fleeting dash, moving out of sight

Can any other bird rival it in agility?
Or vie with it in its simple grace?
How cute, this spirit of ‘disembodied joy’
This winged diminutive denizen of the sky!
,

I love the storm,
I like the shudder in you chest,
When the thunder pounds it's fist
I love the wind,
Twisted and powerful,
And graceful,
Bending leafy giants to their knees.
I like the rain,
Soft, and gentle,
Stinging,
And forgiving.

I like the way you're strong.
The way you manage to stand,
When you think you can't.
I love the feeling of my heart
Escaping from my chest
Making a leap for yours.
I love the boom
Of your quiet "I love you,"
Ringing in my ears.

I adore the way you dance,
Taking my nervous
Clumsiness into your stride,
A graceful power,
All kept under control,
But the lightning
Reflecting in your
Blue sky eyes.

I like the way you're soft,
And tender.
The way your words mean things,
Make me think
Even if it isn't always easy.
I love the gentle feeling of your warmth,
After the blasting heat of a Hell like
Oven.
The way you feel like home.

I love the storm,
I like the shudder in you chest,
When the thunder pounds it's fist.
I love the wind,
Twisted and powerful,
Bending leafy giants to their knees.
I like the rain,
Soft, and gentle,
Stinging,
And forgiving.

I love you.

An Ode to the Sun


The Mark of Cain upon my every
Detail as I gaze across
The plains, and in the pain beneath
The snow I know the spring

That was -but died again- is waiting
Still, until the winter loses will
To stay, and eases grip to let the
Little things come out and play.

The Mark of Cain, the Curse of Cold,
This winter's getting far too old,
And frozen things all long for heat;  
To feel that heart above them beat.

But see, the clouds are parting now,
The Heart of Sky is high, and how
Its beams, it seems, are rays of gold;
A force to melt, and even scold

That old, tenacious ghost of white
And chase it off into a night that has
Been dark as Death for months,
But now is light with Life for once.

The Mark of Cain I shed like skin,
I too have leaves that rest within.  
Spring, so faint a sigh, now calls:   
Heart of Sky, I feel thy pulse!