Upside-Down Jar

Delight of the humming bird

she only stays so briefly to dip

rosebud of her tongue

into the sweetness I offered

in an upside-down jar

held aloft by a wire;

She scintillates in the sun, her

wings a blur of green gold

and a whisper of blue

she stays true for a breath

licks the red juice from

her beak;

She disappears with a brush

of air, her beautiful little body

merging with the trees

and the air;

So I sit here, with my beard

in my hands, awaiting the next

beautiful little body

to sip from the sweetness

I have offered

in an upside-down

bell jar.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

One of my favorite birds, JR. They are entertainment on warm night, porch-sitting with a glass of bourbon. They're bold enough to take what we provide but never allow us to get too close, like some people maybe (like women). Good imagery here with a clear mood of reflection and loneliness.

[JR]

One of my favorites too. I keep my feeder in my kitchen window so I can get a good look when they come in to feed.