Ode to a Hummingbird

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Ode to a Hummingbird

 

(Or, Loving Eyes Are Loving Him)

 

When he is in a garden’s eye,

The Earth is truly his

He never seems

To will or was,

In being

What he

 

Is

 

From bloom

 

To bloom,

 

He is a blur, a blear of tiny wings �"

But when he sips the dew of day, 

He seems the gist of things

 

A vital soul, a toy of God,

A slight and sudden breeze

 

That zigzags through the hollyhocks,

Then, rushes for the trees

 

He hums his life and flutters fast �"

He is a mind aware that loving eyes

 

Are loving him,

 

When he is here

 

And there.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A lovely ode to those tiny elusive flighty creatures, the hummingbird. They really are remarkable animals, especially how incredibly fast their wings flap. Thank you Paris for sharing your art with us.

[Paris Hlad]

Thank you, Carlos. Peace & Best Wishes.