Heart-space of my Santa Rosa Labyrinth (no touch-up to the color. This is beneath a red sun)
Haiku My Heart ~ Hummingbird Trill
OCTOBER 2, 2020
ash falls like black snow
and still, the hummingbird sings
hope threads broken hearts
and still, the hummingbird sings
hope threads broken hearts
Above-
Santa Rosa, California
Monday, September 28, 2020
Below -
Santa Rosa, California
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
I am no longer okay.
I can not breathe.
My eyes and throat burn from the smoke and ash.
I can’t open my doors and windows at night to cool off from the triple-digit weather
that blasts us day after day.
At this moment,
my neighborhood and house still stands,
but more and more areas around us,
that I have known my entire life,
are gone.
My heart is broken.
I grieve for this world
and our disconnection from the rhythms of life.
I hope we can, together,
find our way home.
Hummingbird
still believes in us.
Mother Earth,
forgive and heal us,
I pray.
Santa Rosa, California
Monday, September 28, 2020
Below -
Santa Rosa, California
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
I am no longer okay.
I can not breathe.
My eyes and throat burn from the smoke and ash.
I can’t open my doors and windows at night to cool off from the triple-digit weather
that blasts us day after day.
At this moment,
my neighborhood and house still stands,
but more and more areas around us,
that I have known my entire life,
are gone.
My heart is broken.
I grieve for this world
and our disconnection from the rhythms of life.
I hope we can, together,
find our way home.
Hummingbird
still believes in us.
Mother Earth,
forgive and heal us,
I pray.
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For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at [recuerda mi corazon](http://corazon.typepad.com/)
\*\*\*\*\*
And here is one of the hummingbirds,
at the very center of the photo,
who has, despite all odds, been trilling
through it all…
For more Friday haiku my heart
please visit Rebecca and other poets
at [recuerda mi corazon](http://corazon.typepad.com/)
\*\*\*\*\*
And here is one of the hummingbirds,
at the very center of the photo,
who has, despite all odds, been trilling
through it all…
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