Michael Wise Poet Rhyme

Hummingbird

Hummingbird, hummingbird
what's your hurry?
Darting quickly through the air

I can scarcely
see you coming
In an instant you are there

Of God's creatures
on the wing
in the day or dark of night

None so perfectly
maneuver
You are matchless in your flight

Through time and space
as if by magic
how abruptly you arrive

I try to keep my eyes
upon you
as you soar and quickly dive

With the butterfly and moth
and other insects
great and small

Among the flowers
do you hover
drawn by scent of nectar's call

How I love to
sit and watch you
as you travel to and fro

You have struck
a chord within me
and I dearly love you so

Hummingbird, hummingbird
I await you
as the first light signals dawn

I can scarcely
see you coming
In an instant you are gone

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Susan Jeavons January 23, 2019 at 9:56 AM Wow! My favorite Michael. I love hummingbirds. I've even held one in my hand. Blessings, Susan Michael Wise January 23, 2019 at 10:45 AM Wow! I've tried to attract them to my hand, but no luck. However, I'll be out there trying again this year when they return. :)

Valerie Staton January 15, 2019 at 6:51 AM I too wrote a poem about the hummingbird. Nicely done, my friend! Michael Wise January 15, 2019 at 7:29 AM Thank you! I will look for your poem! :)

Silent One January 14, 2019 at 4:05 PM You have a great pen... Iike the flow with this one.. Michael Wise January 14, 2019 at 9:30 PM Thank u! :)

Caren Krutsinger January 13, 2019 at 8:33 PM I am amazed by the way you have captured the quick appearance and disappearance of this gorgeous faerie-like bird. Michael Wise January 13, 2019 at 9:37 PM Thank u my friend. :)

Heidi Sands January 13, 2019 at 7:54 PM I can really relate to this poem. I love to feed the hummingbirds in the summer and I miss them, when they leave for winter. I also saved one once and took a photo of it in my hand before it flew away :) This is a beautiful poem :) Michael Wise January 13, 2019 at 7:56 PM And that is a beautiful memory! Yes, I miss them too, but they'll be back in a few short months. :)