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.

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