Almost Still (Haiku)

by Melissa Chureau
(Portland, OR, USA)

Dreaming of summer--

Migration

by Kit Redeker
(Beaverton, Oregon, USA)

Over rooftops we
dart and dash, even
looking in some classy
neighborhood trash

for the next meal
we may have to steal.
We settle for moldy grains,
or peel seedy grasses

from the clutches of the
mountain's earth. O Oregon,
bless your sweet cold streams!
A place where dreams

of lavender and amaranth
persist...perhaps a real
two course meal to heal our aching
bellies and allow our ruby

throats some silvery water
droplets from beneath the leaves.
Could we be made, instead, lazy fat
birds just preferring barn eaves?

What's this? A Garden found
cast in spring's rainbow glory,
and just past hoary winter's frost,
planted at much arthritic cost,

by an old woman loving purple:
here vast clumps of amethyst sage
and velvety scalloped petunias
stop hunger's rage. Sublime salve, such

elegant flavors to buoy exhausted wings.
At last this purple majesty brings
flight energy back to us, aviation's
mighty miniature kings!

Music of Spring

by Martha Ashe
(Baltimore, Maryland)

Morning glory rouse
here zips a hummingbird.
In tune, the music is spring
she hovers on glorious flower.
Listen to the notes
her wings, beating like a drum
Our hearts
she lifts up, like a conductor
she's whirling as a wand.
Forward, backward, upside down
she flies.
Performing our symphony of hope
she plays the song Magic.
We listen.
We watch.
We believe.

A Hum

by SAW

Hush sun warms eyelids
A hum, a buzz, whir, awake
Eye to eye breathless

Humming bird mom

by Shumaila Kanwal
(Pakistan)

Oh,see that bird flying in the sky
Flying in the sky and going high
Through the white to the bright
How pretty she seems to our sight
Over the lake and behind the hills
Fills her stomach by insects she kills
Her eyes are sparkling by the sun rays
As she has to get food after many days
She is going to the old Merry farm
Where there is food and weather is calm
There is no hunter,there is no monster
There is no one who can harm
Now she is going to her nest
To feed her children and take some rest
Tomorrow she will fly over again
No matter it's thunder,storm or rain

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