Waiting for hummingbirds

And they waited for spring
for the hummingbirds to come

she watched out her window each day
hoping to see a blur of wings

a thrush of brown
a ruby throat to sing

each day for spring she waited
for the hummingbirds to come

a brown thrush nest
a singing ruby around her throat

out the window they watched each morning
the spring late in coming, a thrush brown winter

sun warm, emerald wings blur
ruby nectar from the feeder

waiting for the hummingbirds
to come for spring

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The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.

- John Berry

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

- Chinese Proverb