(Photo credit Turner Matthews) October 5, 2025 Come August Swathed in crimson & emerald, the hummingbirdreturns, again, his delicate, cool tongue sippingthe nectar in preparation for his long journeyahead. With just a turn of his head,his glistening gorget changes from red to blackin the shifting lightbefore he buzzes away, to reappear in a few briefmoments.ContinueContinue reading “Come August”
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At the Turning: A Poem
September 26, 2025 At the Turning It is the turning seasonwhen oaks and hickoriesrising skywardflutter leavesgreen and stubbornwhile maples and dogwoodsslip on red, russet, and goldand the last of the hummingbirdssip from the nectarand one by onethe last of the firefliesflit by the half-opened windowand the last of the sunflowersbrilliant and brightfade like starsin aContinueContinue reading “At the Turning: A Poem”
Spirit Reflections 