Anna

"Mid Hummer Night's Dream" by Jody Bergsma

In mischief bold she skims my head
Alights on purple flowers
Anna hums amongst the sage
Their sweetness she devours

Fine energy in ocean greens
Her sparks of red announce
A purposeful intensity
In but a quarter ounce

A whirling blur of white-tipped wings
A feat it is to hover
Her heartbeat races onward
A banquet to discover

So Anna sips her nectar
For nestlings and herself
While I am left to wonder
Is she a bird or elf?

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Dorothea Barth ©2011

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