It’s the October Poetry Writing Month! Let’s see how many poems I can manage to write this month! (There was a little sarcasm in that line, but if you didn’t notice, don’t worry. 🙂 )
Living in Virginia, I try to keep my feeder up for the northern batch of hummers migrating to the Caribbean (lucky them) or wherever it is they winter. As tiny as they are, it’s amazing to realize that they don’t fly in a flock but make the migration entirely on their own, flying low during the day to see flowers or feeders and then resting overnight. Bon voyage until next year, my tiny feathered friends!
Nothing shows the surrender of summer to autumn
Like the hummingbird feeder, nectar freshly filled