Between the Lives of Their Eyes

a warm breeze
flowing

a
sound...

Bees!
Floating
hazily
in the
breeze

undulating
up and down
as they flow
along

drawing
lazy waves
of life
with
their
flight

a
slight
hum
that
I
hear before
they appear

smell of
honey
and fresh,
clean
bees wax

filling the
warmth
of the
day,
of
my
breath

as they
drift
lazily
by

that magnificent
swarm
of that
day
not
long ago

while

hummingbirds
fill the air
with their buzzing
flashing
shades
of
iridescent
red
green
blue

feasting on
the
sweet
nectar
in
the
trees
of life
all
round
us.

the sweet
little
coyote
treads
lightly
silently
down the hill
through the trees
til
she senses
me

watching
her
such
wonder
in
both
our
eyes

her dun
seemingly
dull
dark tipped coat
revealing
flashes of
radiant burnished
russet
around
her
breast
legs
throat
and the
glorious
black tip
of
her tail.

She listens,
large
ears
cupped
alert
eyes

deciding
who
is this
man
sitting
there

 

waiting

 

wanting
knowing

 

that she must know
how to
remain wild
and free
even as
she comes to him
spring nimbly
curl
in the warmth of
his smile
as the
secrets
of their
lives
pass
like
nectar
and
honey
and
the smell of
fresh
clean
bees wax
between
the
lives
of their
eyes

 

his
gentle hands
will not
caress
her
tender ears

 

today

 

but she
knows

 

his
heart
glides along
with her
as
she glides
away

 

today

 

as
the bees
full of honey
and
the smell of
fresh,
clean
bees wax

 

find
a home

 

and
the
hummingbirds,
sweet nectar
in
flight

 

playfully
chase
the
evening's
dusky
soft
sunlight