What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls the butterfly.
~ Richard Bach
Cold
I found this bumblebee on our back porch this morning. It was so cold it seemed dead until I picked it up and realized it was still very much alive. I brought it inside in the palm of my hand and warmed it up. It was just beginning to buzz again when I took it back outside to this zinnia. I figured even if today was its last day it would be happier leaving its body behind on a beautiful flower over a dark corner on the back porch. When I checked later to see if it was still there it had flown off. I did check around to see if it had just fallen off the flower and it was no where to be found. Maybe today wasn't its last day.
Drinking
Look closely at this Sulfur's proboscis and how it drinks the nectar from the Mexican Sunflower.
That must be the most divine flavor there ever was.
...Oh to be a butterfly and be carried on the wind drinking divine nectar...
Hummingbird
I have words
that run through my mind
Always.
I have things to say,
Stories to share,
Feelings and thoughts.
When I open my mouth
To speak
No words fall out
Only air
And the silence
That holds my heart.
Speechless.
