If We Do Not Believe, It May Not Come.
Welcome dear friend. Where have you been all this time?
You, the first of the ruby throats to flutter to the feeder
The feeder I put out earlier this week
In hopes that you would appear
After a winter of long dark nights.
I looked for you.
There were several sad days waiting for one of you to stop by.
I wondered whether I was too early
Whether this was one more reminder of my impatience.
It is only April
Or whether you had forsaken us
For any number of good reasons.
No, but yes, here now you are
Too young to wear
That tailored regal red collar
And the iridescent green feathered chest.
You, an early scout for your family
Initiating as to whether
The man-made sweet succor is safe
And worthy of attention for the elders
And for the rest of the tribe.
It takes some courage to be the first.
I recall the small boy who whispers
To the muted throng
The emperor has no clothes
And quickly is shushed.
Or that modest daffodil
Who pushes the crown of her tight bud
Up through the heavy soil
In hopes of finding a loving sun
So she can call out, proud
It's ok guys. You can come out now.
It is Earth Day in Virginia
An important holiday.
I notice that the dawn shows up every day.
It never comes too early.
It seems to know its place.
Every morning it must put away the darkness
Not fully certain that it will be heralded
On the other side.
That's why we are here, you and I
To watch for it.
To welcome it.
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