A hummingbird stopped by my windowpane
So close that I could look him in the eyes.
He disappeared, then came big drops of rain,
The flower on the deck had been his prize.
For just that moment eyes met locked as one,
Each, part of life, this giant mystery.
As he inched closer fear of me ’twas none,
It was as if he spoke though silently.
He cocked his head while held fast in my gaze,
The clouds that loomed that moment disappeared.
The colors on his body seemed ablaze,
That instant on my mind forever seared.
A hummingbird stopped by my windowpane,
That August Saturday before the rain.
Mark C. Crouch 8/24/14