HUM

Oh, dear tiny feathered visitor
hovering and humming
there about the
reservoir of sweetness.
Pure smiles
to see your
iridescent plumes,
to hear the flutter hum
of wings, invisible.

Even the hummer wars
can be humoring to this human
darting at each other,
chasing away your peers
each taking your own share
when the coast clears.

With the dawning of shortened days
you ready to leave me
as the southern warmth calls,
the feeder filled once more
perhaps the last time
for this season.

Throughout winter’s cold
until your welcomed
return in spring,
Here I’ll wait
with a lingering hum within.