Beth Camp Historical Fiction

Thursday, April 09, 2015

H is for Hummingbird . . .

This Costa's Hummingbird surprises me
as I walk in my sister's garden,
away from deadlines and unfinished stories.
It hovers, directly in my face,
blocking my path,
and darts to rest,
so still for a moment,
its throat purple with unsung song,
that I remember with certainty
each day is numbered,
a mystery, unknown, a gift
like this hummingbird
making its uncounted rounds
from bloom to bloom,
pollen on its little, hairy legs,
perhaps sentience in its beady, little eyes,
as it stops to stare,
not seeing me at all.

Costa's Hummingbird (Wikipedia)
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