Country Crossing

Country Crossing
Poetry of Thomas Martin

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Hummingbird Summer 

Lost my heart in that summer morning,
Grace of palms and and scent of pine,
Morning glories light the morning.

Hummingbirds bloom in every blossom’s breath 
Flickering of gold dust shook from tiny heads;
Fairy magicians 
Glistening the morning light, 
A sleight of hazy wings,

That summer so much too beautiful to bear; 
Flying, dancing, humming, being, 
Quickening in the cathedral light; 
And soaring on some liquor divine, 
Divinely mad! A fool with wings!
The anointed messenger of the gods of play;

For now is the time:

Stopped and still in the golden air 
I see myself shining everywhere.

( First published in Sketchbook)
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