I’ve been watching hummingbirds.
So busy. So active. A blur. A burst. A vibration. A purr.
Effervescent.
I hear them before I see them, as their hum precedes their presence.
And it is only in their pause I am able to admire their glory.
Sip. Pause. Sip.
Sustenance.
I consider my pace of living.
Only lacking the iridescent patch of green at my throat (and the pause,) I am a hummingbird.
Always more to do, do , do.
Where’s the pause? Where’s the sustenance?
The pause for beauty. A pause for peace. Contemplation. Gratitude. Hope.
It is in the pause the hummingbird sustains itself, sips on enjoyment. Breathes.
A pause in the effervescence to notice the iridescence.
A pause to Be.
Still.
Nourish
and sustain.
one hopeful year 
Indeed, we’d do well to follow the example of the hummingbirds and take a pause of refreshment now and then. Your poem provided just such a lovely respite!
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Hi Nancy! I’ve been watching the hummingbirds from our porch feeder and also down by the zinnia in the garden. I wonder about them a lot. I am learning – perhaps a bit late, to take some cues from nature. Thank you for your kindness.
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