The Hummingbird

Photo by Andrew J. Kettle

Gazing through the window
I hope to see again
The flitter of the swift hummingbird

She appeared twice yesterday
Once in the morning
Again at dusk

Delicately searching the 
Fuchsia flower petals 
In their final summer days

Her presence so rare and quick
She takes my breath away as
My heart skips a beat 

I sense a purpose to my notice of her
Though not immediately clear
Surely she delivers a message
Only I am meant to hear

Perhaps a simple sign to search near
Sweet nectar likely right before me  
Waiting to be found

Perhaps she grants permission to delight 
In my own fluttering from this to that
Not scattered or pointless as it seems
But the untamed dance of joyful curiosity

I wonder if I will see her again today
I wonder how far she flies 
I wonder where she rests 
I wonder when she will rise

I hope she stays safe 
And visits my flowerbox again 
	
I will take notice and admire her grace as
I taste the sweetness of this day

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With loving wishes for a sweet day,

Amy