The Hill

The Hill I am sitting on the hill where I live. My sweet safe haven. The sun shining through the leaves. The crickets are singing. The chipmunks are jumping in play. There is rustling in leaves nearby. The hummingbirds have left. They used to visit even in rain. The wind has stopped, it is still. The breeze comes and goes. I can breathe without a worry. Nothing is wrong right now. This moment I will keep With the others I gather. Like the squirrels getting ready For winter, somehow they know. A black bird calls in the distance. It has something to say, it caws. I have something to say with my words Spoken from up on the hill. Heidi Sands