a bit of a strumpet
flaunting her trumpet
enticing hummingbirds and bees
Althea
Quench
drink deeply
from the marvels and mysteries
of ordinary days
Amidst Blossoms
easy to miss
the thrum and shimmer
darting from bloom to bloom
Hummingbird’s Hallelujah
praise
for the nectar
sweet people make
I Wanna Be A Bee
or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations
The Thrum Of Thirst
sipping sweetness
from the false foxglove
mocktails in the afternoon
Duty
the sentry
guarding the feeder
as dawn wakes the day
Largess Of Life Force
emanating energy
even
in stillness
Amongst The Blooms The Wing-ed Ones
beyond the porch rail
butterfly and hummingbird
make their morning rounds
In The Enormous Woods There Perches A Tiny Soul
feathered emerald
the size
of a birch leaf
Sound Seen
the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion
Humming Summer’s Tune
sound signals
a brief
appearance
Suspension
held aloft
it seems
by only hope
Bewitching Beebalm
sending out
a siren’s call
to hummingbirds and bees
Honeysuckle
Heavenly scented, heady hedgerow
offering frilly goblets to hummingbirds.
Heaven Hovers
The red throated hummingbird
sips from the baby foxglove;
drinking in divinity.
