Each blink of an eye
Blankets my light with darkness
Autumning a door
Death lifts a candle
Sunning tears of summer’s loss
While hummingbirding
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mehflowers 
How can one not love hummingbirding.?
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Flit, fly and feed every 20 minutes! Thank you for reading!
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🙂
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Great piece Mary.
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Love your noun/verb poem. Full of angst and sadness with a bit of hope and light!
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Thanks Dwight! I love fall, but really love Summer!
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Spring and Fall for me…! :>)
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I’m just not ready for the door to be autumned. Seems it was just springed!
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Yes it does! I hope in Spring’s again real soon!
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I like that last line. Thoughts of fleeting moments.
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I can’t bear to see the loss of summer but autumn is coming, a door is opening soon.
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Therw is always an open door.
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I would love to hummingbird… but now it starts to feel like autumn.
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Fortunately the hummingbirds will be here through September. Gives us time to prepare for grounding.
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I do love autumning a door and hummingbirding! Beautiful, poetic verbing, Mary. 🙏
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