Still Saturday: a Sunbeam’s Kiss

THE HUMMINGBIRD The sunlight speaks. And its voice is a bird. It glitters half-guessed, half seen, half heard Above the flower bed. Over the lawn… A flashing dip and it is gone. And all it lends to the eye is this – A sunbeam giving the air a kiss. Harry Kemp ~ ~  ~  ~Continue reading “Still Saturday: a Sunbeam’s Kiss”