Reawakened! A Toast Then ...

Folks with whom I've already shared this poem like it, so, after a long silence here, I offer it:

A TOAST THEN

Anna's hummingbirds

& years fly 

past 

so fast 

all you want

is

a laughing 

friend who'll share 

songs

with an

ear for melody, 

harmony,

perhaps sing 

along, offer not 

overly 

critical suggestions, 

knowing that whichever 

way 

the wind 

blows, rain comes 

eventually, 

eases the 

dryness, whets your

appetite 

for answers 

to epistemological questions, 

helps 

your garden 

grow. A toast 

then: 

to the 

continuing revolution 

of 

the planet and 

to morning glories 

turning 

their faces 

to the rising

sun!

© Bob Loomis

June 2014