Day 17 Poetry Makes Sense

Field Notes
Hummingbird dangles
beneath fuchsia’s  
bright parasol.
A jeweled ornament
in the back garden.
Soon gone 
like the dew
in the sun.
Let us taste
this sweet beauty
and sing a short 
song of remembering.
Let us spin
around the back garden
beneath invisible 
whirring wings.
For this is the day
we know why
the Earth spins
and the stars
in the sky!
Carol Carlisle 4/17/14
NaPoWriMo asked me to describe something with attention to the senses . I do believe you can feel this experience along with me, this poem just need to be written today.

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