Winged thoughts

Morning mist speaks to me of
A gentle hum.
Lightness and speed circling
Feathered memories.

Thoughts painted in colors
Moving so quickly
Invisible images hovering
At the edge of sight.

Flitting about searching
For a place to land
Splash of red to highlight
The way to nourish.

They become still then,
Resting gently
The nectar of knowledge filling
Giving life
To the hungered soul.

Lifted and moving once more
Joined by their like
Backdrop of blue
Like a whisper
Vanishing.

After putting my hummingbird feeders out yesterday, delayed by a few weeks, within an hour first winged sweetness came to call. The joys of nature inspire.
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