'Filled the hummingbird's font, once more.
The one old ruby head that stayed the winter,
assuring me and any watching, winter
this year shall be sufferable, dry, little
or no snow… in Southern California.
Though fire from wires routing lightning
to enlighten the night may respond
to prayers from stargazers,
after the smoke clears,
leaving night as dark as death, yet
the prognosticating humming bird,
remains a joy to feed.
Darkest night in Malibu, since one as old as me remembers.