When the sun angles low in the late-spring sky, and a hummingbird is resting on a tangerine tree branch, after bathing in the backyard fountain…
We’re nearing the end of National Poetry Month; and while this isn’t a poem in the strictest sense, it’s the joyful stuff of psalms.
I don’t know why I feel both joy and deep sadness when I look at this fragile little creature in this absolutely beautiful photo. But I do.
indeed. The Psalms are rich with poetry and beauty.