Hummingbird Communion I watch them play at dawn of day, as molten gold is splashed their way, on feathers flecked with flashing green and rubies fused in morning’s beam, where sleepers dream and seekers pray. My sabbath aerial display, my seraphim sky-high ballet, means while the worshippers convene I watch them play. At every syrup-soaked bouquet they hover near their sweet buffet that’s blessed with bliss in Eden’s scene (my garden-gilding dopamine) and while the church bells peal away I watch them play. A Timeless Villanelle Let time be still; preserve and freeze the bliss of this delicious day; this dreamy state of seamless ease where skin drinks in the sun-soaked breeze and saffron gilds the gloom of grey. Let time be still; preserve and freeze the zephyr’s tease in leafy trees and scents of hyacinths and hay. This dreamy state of seamless ease, it quells the swell and shifts the seas of destiny to due delay. Let time be still, preserve and freeze the lift that brings me to my knees in praise of Gaia’s gifts; replay this dreamy state of seamless ease. Stop the clock’s tick-tocking! Seize tomorrow, make it melt away… let time be still; preserve and freeze this dreamy state of seamless ease. dark corners give me fringes and edges and cobweb-laced spaces give me fern-feathered verges in untrodden places and I’ll show you the glory of Heaven’s veiled graces where the sun kisses dragonflies’ wings give me dusk-dappled shadows on star-glittered windows give me torn-from-limb bedclothes on honeyed crescendos and I’ll show you the magic of moon silvered willows where the soul of the nightingale sings Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).