Submitted By Cynthia Pitman
dedicated to Kevin Nagle
Outside, a smoke-brown hummingbird
flutters by the feeder,
then floats on the cold wind
to a spindly stick of a branch,
strung sparse with wintered leaves,
in the gray San Francisco fog.
Inside, we mourn.
About the Poet
Cynthia Pitman began writing poetry again this past spring after a 30-year hiatus. She has since had poetry published in Vita Brevis,