ash falls like black snow
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.
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And here is one of the hummingbirds,
at the very center of the photo,
who has, despite all odds, been trilling
through it all…