Two Poems

Morning Reflections

Peace -
steady,
held in the rhythm of those sleeping birds,
in the crooked crevices of trees,
in uneven reflections on the water.
Peace -
to go or stay,
as you will,
come what may.
Peace.

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Hummingbirds

Brilliant together, gold,
beating in one rhythm.
Sunsets pierce, the wings unfold,
beating in one rhythm.
The high sets low, and mountains fall
to purples, dust, bright slivers.
Our breaths, our steps, our wayward hearts,
beating with one rhythm.