The hummingbirds are back!

The hummingbirds may have been visiting Seguin before today -

but this is the first day I noticed them sipping the nectar
from the blossoms in the garden.
Such a happy sight!!
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Hummingbird Pauses at the Trumpet Vine
by Mary Oliver

Who doesn’t love
roses, and who
doesn’t love the lilies
of the black ponds
floating like flocks
of tiny swans,

and of course, the flaming
trumpet vine
where the hummingbird comes
like a small green angel, to soak
his dark tongue
in happiness -

and who doesn’t want to
live with the brisk motor of his heart
singing like a Schubert
and his eyes working and working
like those days of rapture,
by Van Gogh in Arles?

Look! for most of the world
is remembering -
most of the world is time
when we’re not here, not born yet, or died -
slow fire under the earth with all
our dumb wild blind cousins

who also can't even remember anymore
their own happiness -
Look! and then we will be
like the pale cool
stones, that last almost forever.