The Humming Bird by Emily Dickinson ~

The Humming-Bird by Emily Dickinson

A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning’s ride.

These photos were taken at my Nephew and Niece’s house in Southern California. This little hummer really enjoyed this section of the yard and hung around long enough for me to snap away. I’m linking my Hummingbird to Mary’s Mosaic Monday.

Thanks for stopping by…

About Ellen am a wife, mother, baba (grandmother) and a loyal friend. Jesus is my King and my hope is in my future with Him.

24 thoughts on “The Humming Bird by Emily Dickinson ~

  1. How sweet! Great job of getting those fast little wings to stand still for us! I may have already asked…but what kind of camera are you using? I’m planning to get a new one.


  2. Fabulous photos Ellen! I liked the poem too…

    I have read Emily’s diary and her brother’s diary, his wife’s and his mistress. Emily was more than a tad strange. An R rated movie could be made based on those four lives.
    Eyes crossing….

  3. Oh Ellen – what beautiful images to go with those words. Somehow, to me, they go with the way I was feeling when I wrote my post too.

  4. It’s always impressive to me when anyone can capture a hummingbird in flight. What a lovely mosaic and the poem is a perfect touch.

  5. Hummingbirds have been scarce here this summer! I had so many last year I suppose they decided to share the wealth! Yours are lovely!!! Wishing you well! Cathy

  6. I never see hummingbirds here, but I do love them! I recently read the very unusual book
    “A Summer of Hummingbirds” by Christopher Benfey and this poem was one of the literary references he used in it.

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