“Hummingbird is the spirit of pure joy! She is the messenger of beauty and wonder, and she reminds us to taste the sweet nectar of life.” Anonymous
I see him
Several times
Each day,
A tiny, feathered jewel
Hovering gracefully
As he sips
The ruby red nectar
From the bright yellow petals
At the bottom
Of the feeder.
He seems to float,
His wings beating
So rapidly
As to be invisible,
And his flitting movements,
Back, forth, and sideways,
Are a study
In avian grace.
What a marvel he is!
How fast, I wonder,
Must his tiny heart beat
To provide enough power
To fuel such a dynamo?
Your poem describes so well the amazing abilities of a hummingbird that are dazzling in so many respects. I see that you wrote this poem in 2013. I seem to have written one with the same title in the past, but I can't find it. Maybe I was just remembering reading your ball back then?
They get me to stop writing and just watch when they visit the flowers outside my window.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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They get me to stop writing and just watch when they visit the flowers outside my window.
Ron
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