Capturing the Miracles
The café was crowded,
we were seated on the porch;
lunch’s wait was quite a long one.
The adjoining flower garden drew butterflies and wing- dancing hummingbirds; they sipped nectar from the feeders that hung between towering sun flowers.
Multi-colored finches vied for black oil seeds with sparrows, wrens and a dove or two.
Occasionally, this diverse populace gazed into the porch window at us, as if we were performers in a dinner theatre.
Colored flora blended graciously with the color burst avians; fluttering butterfly wings leant a magical aire to nature’s live painting.
We sipped raspberry tea, with our free, late lunch.
We took the magic with us into the week; life seemed miraculous, despite the weekly grind;
magical moments savored.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017
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