I watch him as he flies,
S T R E T C H I N G himself to his very winger-tips.
He touches, tests, and even seems to taste

Little god's trumpets up in the sky
singing and chattering, twittering by
Sitting in trees, standing on wires
splashing and

Flight Of A Hummingbird

Who can describe the emotions of flight
Granted to a tiny hummingbird,
Not able to utter a single word,
Upward

My Hummingbird

Tiny little bird
The one I've come to love
To me you are more special
Than a pure white dove
Your wings move so

Seagulls At Night

A twilight canvas
barren of life
prelude to the masterpiece
hovers unseen
upon desolate skies
waiting to be