By the end of next month
the hummingbirds will be gone
and I’ll have to find other wildness
to bring that tiny measure of joy
to my mornings.

For a thousand years
She walked the frozen wastes
The shattered moon
Scattered beneath her feet
She wept for the world
As she had no one to watch
For all the people had gone
And she knew not to where
She would sing to herself
In the chilled woods
And on the icy peaks
Ancient songs of long ago
In melodies she pined
For times long past
When she played beneath the moon
The moon now shattered
On the earth below
And in the sky yet above