spring2015

Manal AbdallahFleeting SerendipityHumming bird in a book about to escape,The wings flutter, the eyesDilate..Being so smallMade it easier. Buzzing as it freed itselfFrom the old crumbling pages,Humming bird near a flowerSipping nectar. Happily I wonder how it hoversAnd will hover still.Freedom suits it well. Iridescent colors,Indigo. Green patches of red,Some white, too. Making its way to another flower. . . .Humming bird pin, to adorn a cottonT- Shirt yet…still as it is, beauty is in every cornerIn Frida’s 1 paintings as well,Fleeting serendipity, fearless, fragile, delicate. Bee-sized bird,Humming bird in a bookBeside it scribbled: The joy of the heartComing from nowhere!1Frida Kahlo95