I sat under a mimosa pink sky of contentment
Some white night blooming flower sank into its scent
Hummingbirds abandoned their feeders to flit through fluffy flowers
Militant mockingbirds patrolled the blackberry patch
The first fireflies flickered ahead
The twilight fades
The bright birds whiz
In silhouette
To sweeter nectar
I too can drink
The sweeter sip
While evening pales
To home
In Virginia at Toneys I was cleaning the oven and my mom sent me outside for a break and I really did see hummingbirds zipping through the mimosa tree. There's like 60 pairs of them at the feeders in the summer and you can watch them on the porch but they like the wild nectar when the mimosas bloom. I had that real overriding feeling of peace well being and contentment and wrote this, then went back to scrubbing a wee oven.
