Sunday morning,
coffee made strong,
maple donuts fetched,
and you still asleep –
wrapped up deep
within my blankets
against the bustling cold
from my open windows
me in my chair,
mug in hand,
feet curled beneath me –
torn between watching
the startling sight
of a hummingbird
in fresh snow or the slow
rise of your shoulders
in bearish hibernation
© Sarah Whiteley
I did see a little hummingbird Sunday morning in the snow. I know of at least two feeders within a block, so I’m sure he’s getting fed, but still startling to see the little guy in the snow.
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I love “bustling cold”–great phrase. And that is startling to see a hummingbird in the snow–wonder what he was up to, quite adventuresome!
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brave little fellow, indeed! I see on in the winter every now and then, but we don’t usually have snow for them to deal with
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Beautiful … 🙂
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🙂
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I currently have three feeders…because of the drought they’re all full in the morning and evening….cozy scene created with your words.
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the birds must love you right now, Charles 🙂
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A lovely scene Sarah: full of tenderness, reflection and repose. The words sound right too.
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thanks, John! 🙂
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What a wonderful picture you paint of cosy.
David
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Open windows…OMG! Love the tranquility, ordinariness and soft sounds of this…..
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thank you! love it when we can see the beautiful in the ordinary
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nothing beats the open window when it is really cold outside.
lovely images and contrasts Sarah
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Great poetry and maple donuts!
Who could resist?
Not I
another Sarah
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