Vintage Hummers

Summer Story

When the hummingbird
sinks its face
into the trumpet vine,
into the funnels

of the blossoms
and the tongue
leaps out
and throbs,

I am scorched
to realize once again
how many small, available things
are in this world

that aren’t
pieces of gold
or power—-
that nobody owns

or could but even
for a hillside of money—-
that just float
in the world,

or drift over the fields,
or into the gardens,
and into the tents of the vines,
and now here I am

spending my time,
as the saying goes,
watching until the watching turns into feeling,
so that I feel I am myself

a small bird with a terrible hunger,
with a thin beak probing and dipping
and a heart that races so fast

it is only a heart beat ahead of breaking—-
and I am the hunger and the assuagement,
and also I am the leaves and the blossoms,
and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking.

~Mary Oliver

My best shots of hummers~so far~were taken last March. The ones here were taken in July and I wasn’t as close nor was it as light out so they aren’t quite as good. Hence, they are now “vintage.” Textures by Kim Klassen (#1 and #3) and DistressedJewell.

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5 responses to “Vintage Hummers

  1. you are a master at these types of photos!! poetic all the way around …love visiting here!!

  2. Those are great images though! So that’s where all of our hummers have gone!

  3. They look very good to me. The expression of the poem is very good. We should be thankful for the things no one owns or can buy! Nice post.

  4. Our hummers are all gone for the year … I miss them.

    The vintage effect works well for these shots!

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