THIS SUMMER DAY
frantic little hummingbirds
do you ever grow weary
of frenetic fluttering about
the relentless rush of racing to nowhere
you buzz me as I bring more food
dive bomb each other
refusing to drink from the same fountain
rejecting the concept of room for four
sneak a peek at Mary’s poem
and find a grasshopper to watch
linger over the flower you probe
inhaling a scent as sweet
as the nectar you chase
quiet the relentless scurrying
drink long in the shade
attune your hum to the harmony of this day
A reference to the poem “A Summer Day” by Mary Oliver
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Yes, it is one of the most delightful hallmarks of the summer season when the hummingbirds come zipping about among the trumpet vines and feeders. They come upon you all of a sudden, each time it takes a few seconds to realize – no, it is not a big bug – it is a bird! They are territorial and do not like to share but they are wonderfully entertaining and fearless – this tiniest of the feathered race.