Hummingbird (Beauty)

Air at home beneath whispering wings,

each stroke an evanescent expression,

each stroke a defiance of fate

or fate itself on weightless endurance.

She is floating in beauty.

 

Where not wasteful motion sways

peaceful being of quiet grace

and gentle kisses for a Mother

smiling brightly Her delicate colors

on the restful shoulders of the day,

lifting meaning to all there is.

She is hovering in beauty.

 

Stirring pigments of imagination

to run calm and wild concurrently

as each delicate brush through near sky

tickles the softly parting mist.

She is effortless in beauty.

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