© Joy Krauthammer
Hummingbird on Fig Tree
- Joy Krauthammer
This morning of Jan. 17th, it is the 20th anniversary
of the deadly Northridge Earthquake.
That morning I was in my Northridge home.
Today a terrible wild fire takes 22 homes,
and 1,700 Angeles National Forest community acres,
and 1,700 Angeles National Forest community acres,
and the sunrise color is strangely red.
Today is my husband's, z'l, yahrzeit, Jan. 17, 17 Tevet,
but today is 16 Shvat.
but today is 16 Shvat.
He died 8 years ago.
It is a morning filled with darkness.
I don't want to photograph the morning.
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I hear a Hummingbird
and look up to the top of the Mama Fig tree,
and look up to the top of the Mama Fig tree,
this week of Tu B'Shvat, Birthday of the Trees,
and see the tiny iridescent-colored bird
sitting on a freshly pruned barren branch,
and I smile.
sitting on a freshly pruned barren branch,
and I smile.
For a fleeting dawn moment
a second Hummer joins the first.
There is light.
I photograph.
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Enjoy my devotion of
FIGs: Photos and Poems
http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/2013/02/manna-from-heaven.html
1 comment:
The poem is wonderfully evocative, and it is very lovely.
Love, Faye
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