Hummingbird Rests

		Hummingbird drinks in the red sunset,
		Filling the feeder of his eyes,
		Like so much sugar water.

		Thoughts of the ending day sit shimmering,
		Evening orange, pulsing pomegranate,
		On wings that beat with the speed of time.

		Hummingbird smells the dew on home leaves.
		He remembers falling through that green
		And being saved by mother's song.

		Mother's song sounded like white clouds,
		Buoying his unsure wings
		With soft confidence.
				
		Hummingbird's memories soothe the sunset.
		Evening orange and pulsing pomegranate
		Fade to dusk-purple and midnight-blue.