I stand at the window
. . . Waiting, . . . Waiting,
Waiting for a return.
Suddenly like a little tornado,
the hummingbird whirs into sight.
It’s iridescent feathers
shimmer like jewels.
And hovering only long enough
To kiss each blossom.
I stand at the window
. . . Waiting, . . . Waiting,
Waiting for a return.
Suddenly like a little tornado,
the hummingbird whirs into sight.
It’s iridescent feathers
shimmer like jewels.
And hovering only long enough
To kiss each blossom.
What a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!
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I wish I had seen the hummingbird kiss each blossom. Beautiful poem.
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How perfectly SUMMER. I enjoyed your poem. I’ve been getting dive-bombed by hummingbirds all week and loving the playful dance of, as you put it so perfectly, each little tornado!
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I am waiting, too! I keep hoping to see one in our mimosa tree. Lovely poem!
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