"May my faith always be at the end of the day like a hummingbird, returning to its favourite flower..." Sanober Khan "Turquoise Silence"
Rufous and Annas Hummingbirds darting, dashing through cherry blossom trees. Searching for the perfect nectar. Sometimes madly swishing at each other. But usually keeping to their own paths.....buzzing like fairies madly trying to count the petals on the trees.
THE FAERY FOREST (1911) by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
The faery forest glimmered
The violin drew wefts of sound
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold.............
against the gloom.
I watched the music turn to light,
But at the pausing of the bow,
The web was broken,
and the glow
Was drowned within..........
The wave of................
Light.....
"A flash of harmless lightning.A mist of rainbow dyes.The burnished sunbeams brightening. From flower to flower he flies..."
-John B. Tabb
Photographs 2019
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