Be like the bird, who
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Knowing he hath wings.
Lovely poem, Emily... perhaps I even know the Aunt? I will try to take pics to post of the little hummingbirds outside my window. They love the spring blossoms on the bush just outside ... juniper, I think. The blossoms are so tiny, nearly invisible. The little florescent hoverers seem to float, and yes, knowing they have wings ... they remain confident and focused on the task.
What a great visual! I can't wait to see the pictures!
I wonder what those little beauties think now with the 4-6 inches of snow on those limbs! He is probably singing, "why did I wing my way home to Minnesota so soon?" The poor Robins, Spring May yet come, and I emphasis the word May...