Althea

a bit of a strumpet
flaunting her trumpet
enticing hummingbirds and bees

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