Hummingbird

I In springs middle ground,

a sun burst thru the mango tree

the barren mango tree

no low hanging...no fruit

I there with mortal feelings;

breathing."Instinct rustling like power

small earthquakes wake me, 

A hummingbird whispering to me with nectared beak

let go all can be seen and felt

That feeling you feel

only in springs middle ground