The Quandry

The hope of the past
Returning in some measure
Is all that I have
To sustain the present day
And to face the coming years

An Interlude

This is a poem written by my father, Charles Kenneth Hinkle, about me when I was a young girl - I don't recall what the "humming tree" was then that I called him over to see, but I found another today. The blooming redbud tree in my back yard was alive with bees gathering pollen! It truly hummed.

The Humming Tree

Daddy come see
The Humming Tree!

The Humming Tree, I said,
Smiling as I tilted my head,
To fully see
The child’s glow of discovery.
Yes Daddy!
It’s as bright as the sun
And hum talks for fun.
It dances its leaves
As it talks to the bees.
And sings pretty tunes
As it hands out its blooms.
And it smells very swell -
Like a vanilla well!
It’s so tall
It must’ve heard God call
Or Jesus cry
And it’s going to the sky
To find out why!
It’s everybody’s friend
So many birds come in.
Needless to say,
For the first time, that day,
I saw a Humming Tree.

Stirring

Bloodroot
In the forest
First of trout lily's catch
And morels peeking through the loam
April