Harmonious, cool jewel being
A hummingbird, wings heard
Such a light flight, in and out of sight
Fittingly, yet wittingly, zinging not singing
Blossom to blossom, drinking in the nectar
Of each and every moment
Like a finely aged and exquisitely zonal
Wings chanting their favorite flowery mantra
Contra the least amount of worry or hurry
That could ever lie
In this eternity of clarity.
Every year I wonder why I planted this scraggly cape fuchsia! It’s never looked all that great, and I’ve cut it back to he ground many times. I pulled it out at one point, only to have it reappear in the spring still looking gangly.
The summer arrives and with it the hummingbirds. Turns out that they totally love feeding on this plant and the different hummers get into squabbles over who gets to sip the clearly delicious nectar. Therefore I have made peace with this plant and will simply appreciate what it has to offer all the creatures who enjoy a visiting the ‘Gartenmeister’.
I’d like to say thank you to ZD McGee
for not only writing this fun hummingbird poem on the fly,
but also letting me use it with my photos.
What kinds of birds visit your garden?