before dusk with papery wings maple seeds hold afternoon light ruby-red as a hummingbird’s throat, glinting brightly larger than the ledge a sun-drunk ginger cat, yawning
I saw my first hummingbird for this year on Monday. I was filled with awe at how that tiny creature could persist on such a long journey and then just calmly hover around my red plastic feeder just inches from the glass of my patio door as if there was nothing else in the world to worry about.
I saw my first hummingbird for this year on Monday. I was filled with awe at how that tiny creature could persist on such a long journey and then just calmly hover around my red plastic feeder just inches from the glass of my patio door as if there was nothing else in the world to worry about.