Journey

Sun breaks through the horizon,

Dew sprinkled on the grass.

Reflecting rays in ripples

Across the pond of glass.

Silence is broken when all awake;

Creatures stirring from their slumber.

A flash of color zips through,

Doppler effect of the quick hummer.

Petals open silently,

Hyssop, foxglove, columbine,

Dash here, dawdle there,

Straying from the ‘bee-line’.

Your head a fiery red,

Body a calm green.

Your beak a sharp sword,

Piercing flowers that you see.

Wings move fast,

To the beat of an unheard drum.

Faster and faster they play

But you merely hum.

Fly fast, pause.

Start then stop.

You linger only a little while

Until something sends you off.

From the window I watch

A unique pattern of flight.

Zooming through the garden

Til disappearing out of sight.

Serene yet energetic,

Full of life, full of fun,

Dancing through a sea of flowers

All the while you happily hum.