Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

 
hazy morning
I open the front door to assess the day
and instead come face to face
with a hummingbird

he hovers before me
regarding my unwashed face
then flits to the hostas
finds one in bloom
and takes a sip
returns to my face
hovers
then disappears into the trees

"Good Morning", I call
he does not answer
but his appearance alone
was assurance that it will be
 

Great momentary
connection.

magical moments
may appear to say hello
then vanish like a dream
but they are real and they come
to the calm of heart
to the slow careful observer

Yes!

Mark, Steve - thanks for taking note. It was just one of those moments I hadn't expected. My intent had been to sniff the air for smoke and determine if I needed to dress warmly or not. Those who carefully tend their flower beds get to see hummingbirds on a regular basis, not so much old bachelors with a handful of flowering plants left over from a long-ago marriage. It was pretty special in a small way.

perhaps not so small a way Roy

every touch from nature is a big thing, makes my day every time.