Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds

Dusk is my midday

Savoring the coming of quiet

The hummingbirds feed one last time

Lining up like late airliners approaching LAX

There is one last push of activity as the sun sets

I no longer assume that the darkness of night

Is the end of the anything for a person alive

There is a time for gathering truth within

As there is a time for the expression

A time to speak, write, create

It’s the thing of dreams

This cool dark time

I am alive

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2 thoughts on “Hummingbirds

  1. Thank you for the photograph, its interlacing with the words makes me think of the time in the day when evening falls and my world slows, yet in this stage some of my greatest creativity is allowed to dance.

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