light seeps around the edges <br />of the morning <br />stroking all the colour <br />back to life; <br />flowers bloom anew, <br />leaves green into <br />curving silhouettes <br />imprinted on the clouds <br />that relinquish grey for pink, <br />for gilt-edged whites <br />that echo bougainvillia, <br />clotted cream just waiting <br />to be tasted <br />by the iridescent gleam <br />on fevered wings, <br />small scimitar of beak <br />buried deep in nectar <br />slight ripple of the petals <br />as the airborne oil slick <br />shifts, now up, now down <br />the rainbow <br />on the surface of its feathers <br />echoed in each dew drop <br />misted in the grass<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbird-7/
