Vernon Mooers writes

This Light Is Dying 

Though you cannot speak now  
I can understand the gesture
in a hundred years.
You have not heard the chickadees sing so sweetly
or seen a sunset this bright orange
point with your one good feeble hand
toward the cherry and apple blossoms
     the hummingbirds flutter
miss a beat
flicker like a burning light
heart pulse fading away.

You who fly and swoop over the islands
     of this valley
hear my gentle cry above the wind. 


Flower Hummingbird -- Sarah Voyer