Can you think of any life as fragile as a hummingbird’s?
So fast, so tiny, so ephemeral,
a blur of colour and wings.
On the Island there is one that does not migrate.
Where does she© go in a snow storm?
little bigger than a snowflake herself
and yet there she was next day taking a sip from the feeder.
Lover of flowers, drinker of ambrosia,
flying jewel, you vibrate at such a high frequency
you are almost invisible.
Embodiment of joy, living blessing
from another world.
© 2010 Kamala Moore
