baptism of rain
weaving in and weaving out
farewell to summer
all summer hummingbirds
have bowed to the coral throats of trumpet vines.
i've watched from sun soaked windows as they hover everclose
sharing their stories like seasoned lovers.
but the skies are quiet now,
and the company of rain.
the visitation of hummingbirds,
the baptism of rain.
by sunday i hope to catch up on all my visitations..
a wee accident has left me one handed since friday.