DECIDEDLY DECEMBER
Upon a Fence Beribboned, a Hummingbird
’Tis the season of light despite the darkness
Upon a fence beribboned with pine garlands, snowflakes, and dew-dappled red bows, a Grace I yearn to cup in my hands and savor, sip by sip, alights.
Raw, awesome, beguiling. True as the Five & Dime greenery is not,
electrifying every arterial element within me, like the bulbs in the trees that filament the road ahead.
From translucence to yellow orange pink red green blue
I flick, a slick trick, a hum for every hue – decidedly delighted by my winter crone’s warm-snapped recovery, Epiphany’s promised discovery that she, too, can do cartwheels and backflips
and, when the way is icy, even figure eights – her wings flapping 80 times per second.
Age hovering, delight in a dance aflutter with dread.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2022
December. ’Tis the season of Light despite the darkness…Thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, for a luminous prompt:
After reading the words below by Erika Burkhalter, I had a Christmas Epiphany. The vibrantly colorful lights I so love are reflected in creatures of light called hummingbirds.
Did you know that my wings flap in a figure eight and that, because my shoulders articulate, I can fly up, down, sideways, or backwards? I can also flap my wings up to eighty times a second.
Flapping in figure eights? Wow!
In Pythagorean numerology, the number 8 represents victory, prosperity and overcoming. Wikipedia
Thank you, Indubala, Suntonu Bhadra and Carolyn Hastings for opening your arms to me yet again at Paper Poetry. Thank you, dearest readers — hummingbirds of Grace, all of you. Love.
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