Haibun: The Time of Hummingbirds

Today the haibun prompt is by Bjorn.  He asks us to describe one of our walks or walking.  This is posted at dVerse.

The Time of Hummingbirds
My daily walk covers the same territory but the view is never the same. Snow falls, sleet peppers me, sun bakes me, spring alternately chills me or makes me sweat. Birds fly singly or in droves, hawks circle overhead, snakes cross the path in front of me, the neighbor’s dog sometimes follows me. The grass is deep green or tender new yellow green or brown from winter’s cold. As I walk I talk to myself or I silently compose a poem inside my head. Yesterday I talked to my mother, dead since June. Mostly I am silent, listening to the sounds of the changing seasons. Many times I cut my walk short to climb my favorite tree and to sit – on top of the world! Yesterday I found a tiny rock shaped like an egg. I put it into my pocket pretending it was a hummingbird egg. Today when I came home from my walk, I discovered a tiny brown young brown hummingbird sitting in one of the azaleas. He flew off immediately but I knew the time of hummingbirds had come. I went inside and filled several feeders to hang.
hummingbirds have arrived –
it is still cold at night –
but still we survive

Quadrille Monday – Childhood Lost

Victoria is hosting our Quadrille Monday for today. A quadrille is a poetic form created by our own Bjorn Rudberg consisting of exactly 44 words (excluding the title) and usually using a prompted word in the body of the poem. Today the word is “fear”. come join us to read these jewels of poetry at: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/31/quadrille-37-be-not-afraid/

Childhood Lost
I fear we have lost our childhood.
Children dressed as adults and
siring children –
All subject to drugsviolencepeerpressure.
But a hummingbird!
Fearless it goes about
Sipping buzzing
From nest to flower –
Oh! to return to childhood
On the wings of a hummingbird.

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