We have a favorite chair to sit in, write in and for me, knit in.
The upholstery glows in copper when the days are damp and dreary.
I was knitting in the chair listening to the rounded warm weather rain when
A whirl of movement caught my eye.
It was a hummingbird saying, ‘Look at me.’
We all started laughing and ran outside to follow
But we were too slow.
I know what it is to see the fairy on the wing
That little bit of magic to make your heart sing.