A LATE VISITOR
I went into the garden at the beginning of fall,
The weather was perfect, warm, no wind at all,
And there by the flowers to my great surprise
Was a tiny hummingbird, there before my eyes.
Going from flower to flower, the sugar water too,
Flying so fast as if knowing time was nearly through
Before the long journey south he would have to take,
Or was he on his way already and a break did take?
The fast beating of the wings the colours so bright
Filled me with gratitude for this special happy sight,
A moment in the garden to pull up a weed or two
Gave me a precious gift to last a lifetime through.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 October 2004