A nature poem capturing a gardener`s account of the mating dance of a Hummingbird.
Hanging droplets
Water glistened
Orangey clear, fall
Painted by the brush
Of the afternoon sun.
On a backdrop of daisies,
Lupines and sage
This garden yarn was sown.
There, in the hot
Humid air of the day
Entered Stage Left the star.
Darting, flurrying
Shimmering grey
A tiny creature soared
Back and forth
Across the stage
Teasing, there played
In the vapours of the nozzle spray.
Then the darting
Flitting slowed,
Center Stage
Dancing wings revealed
The body of a hummingbird
So close, eyes brave–
Bravely staring me down.
Boasting a brilliant suit
A watermelon, pink and green
This tiny body quivering
Hovered across the stage.
Dainty bones housed
So carefully in a proud frame,
Shape shifted,
Dancers arms to poised wings.
Culminating the moment,
Lingering in the spray
Droplets glistened
Diamond fell
Upon the pink and green.
Quickly shaking, satisfied
With almost a bow my way
The hummingbird swiftly turned
And exited the stage.
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