I set up and EQUIP the space, for soon the hummingbirds will visit. Carefully, I hang a bright red feeder to suggest an abundance of nectar, not just a meager flowering SPRIG. We wait patiently for the tiny birds to find their way to us. I marvel at how they transform a VAPID, PLAIN part of the yard. It is magical.

Georg’ann

Saying goodbye to Nia.

Spoken languages differ.
Connect by HEART, eyes.
Lingering at the table,
Tears make PLAIN
our understanding.

Heather