A Hummingbird Came

A hummingbird came
he sat
on the the stair
his words were luscious
I knew he was there.

The beat of his wings
the flow of his heart
moved me to tears
I bowed down
I cried
I cried a lot.

For no more til spring
will I hear those sounds
as snow falls
baring down
on a land bleak
where
no hummingbird sounds.

Then
the snow will melt
the heavens wake
and
on his journey back
the hummingbird makes.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020