he visits as I warm my soul
with rays of noontime sun

I hear him swoosh and flash about
the buzz of feathered wings
drinking nectar hung for him
to fuel his journeying

he makes me pause
to wonder
marveling

how does something so small
vibrate so joyfully
to simply be

tio stib, 2022

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