Azalea
Outside my window
where I write this verse
azaleas bloom,
absorb declining light
and glow, translucent pink,
and, as in poetry
a prickly holly thrusts
up through the blooming bush
to gather light for thorns,
and, as in life, light fades
to leave all luminescence dull
as scratched enamel.
But as in dreams
the ruby throated hummingbird
returns to petals pearled with dew.
Infused with splendors of the rising sun,
it hovers, probes, and sips, then flits away.
Finn Bille
10-10-2020