Nearly Gone

The heat rages late as the summer wars on

Winged warriors dive bomb into floral chiffon

Flight formation of hummers relinquish the baton

As another year melds south into nearly gone


Ruby red painters brush of wings lay fire upon

Canvas glazed in sweet nectar irresistibly drawn

Whispers a mourning their absence wakes dawn

As another year melds south into nearly gone


Vibrant bloom bows its head and concedes to wan

The sun softens into opacity as fire resigns a pawn

Trembling wings take flight for clematis foregone

As another year melds south into nearly gone


Ceaseless surrender follows blindly into the spawn

Synchronicity paints both the white and black swan

Green surrounds the hummingbirds return thereon

Until another year melds south into nearly gone


Fragility wears the years that slide into a subtle yawn

I watch as you stand silent, small, still upon the lawn

Is love enough to make the journey as winter's withdrawn

Until another year melds south into nearly gone


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Cshasong 4 years ago

I can't believe they are almost gone for another year. We had a close encounter the other morning on the balcony. It just hovered at the salvia for 2-3 min., while we were only a foot away. I would love to see an Amy original oil of your poem.

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suzettenaples 4 years ago from Taos, NM

Time does fly, doesn't? Wish we could catch it and pin it down. Love the bird metaphor and the allusion to art. Another beautiful one, Amy. This is so lyrical and I love how it flows. Voted up!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Cshasong, I have an amazing vantage point just inside the glass doors to the deck outside my mother's home where she hangs her hummingbird feeder. Just beyond the deck is a huge, old tree where the hummers alight from, like an army of helicopters in formation, they buzz in, dance, fight, clown, and put on the greatest show on earth. Constantly in motion, they appear to expend more energy than they ever take in. I am amazed that such tiny beings can make the journey they undertake every year. I need to borrow a camera and get that shot. An oil painting would make a fantastic project for the cold winter and serve as a reminder that, like clockwork, they'll be back.

Thank you so much for sharing your hummer story and leaving your fantastic comment.

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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

Beautiful Amy, I love how you express the slow passing of Summer into fall and the hummingbirds signify the passing time.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Suzette, Nature is mindblowing. I can look out the window or step outside and though each summer is different, without a calender or clock, we have a clear picture of where we stand. Despite a record breaking drought and weeks of triple digit temps, the hummers arrived on time and will depart like clockwork to do it all over again next year. Tough little warriers, they appear too delicate to be real, yet they survive a long, arduous trek of survival. Like every year, when they disappear quickly, quietly, the silence is deafening. I already miss them.

Thank you, Suzette, if I had hummer wings, I'd fly over and give you a hug.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you kindly, Mark, I may add a stanza to this one. The feelings I have this year are more sad than usual as my mom and I talked about the time soon when the hummers will leave. It reminds me of the feeling I have when I'm with my mom these days. When we're young, we feel invincible, but now I am acutely aware of the dramatic changes in my mother's health and I worry and wonder if....

Thank you, my friend, for visiting and, like the hummers, I always hope for and look forward to your return.

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breakfastpop 4 years ago

I love your poem. The birds are swooping all over my trees in the back. When they settle down for the winter I will miss them, but I will still have your work. Up beautiful and awesome.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Pop. My mother has fed the hummingbirds as long as I can remember. I hope she is still here next year when they return. I feed the birds in the one-way alley near my parking spot and out of the roadway, of course. My neighbors behind me have broken two of the bowls I used for seed and water. Today, I just got home from my mom's to find the small, concrete bird feeder I was using, smashed to pieces. Its a nice world here in the city of St. Louis.

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healthylife2 4 years ago from Connecticut, USA

So beautiful! This reminds me of when I used to watch the birds at the bird feeders. You definitely have a gift and make me feel like I'm right in the middle of the poem.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you so much, healthylife! I appreciate your beautiful, encouraging comment.

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epigramman 4 years ago

......I've set up a new search engine now ... it's called Google for Amy.

and here are my top ten new words for you:

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love when you write about nature because you always bring dignity and grace with your sacred words Amy - lake erie time 5:30pm

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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Amy - What a lovely vista of hummingbirds (the tiniest birds in the world) you painted with this poetry. Particularly, for me, the line: "Winged warriors dive bomb into floral chiffon ..." Outstanding!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Well, Mister C, thank you for picking me up. I just got back from me mums and visiting with my brother, too. I pulled into my parking spot in back of the building in a dead end alley to find the 3rd birdfeeder I put out, smashed like the other two were earlier in the summer. So, now, I'll just dump a pile of black oil sunflower seeds directly on the concrete. The birds don't care! And, I hope they dive bomb the miserable neighbor behind me who is doing this and leave ten million piles of bird poop on his car. (so much for dignity, grace and sacred words, huh, Colin? LOL If I find a witness to the freak that smashed my concrete bird feeder, I'll file a report with the cops. I'm now out about $70 for 3 feeders. I plan on getting out of this hell hole anyway, but it's now the principal of the matter. Looks like he's got a problem with this building, because yesterday a nearby basement window was smashed. Another blissful day in St. Louis city. Why are people so intent on being mean to one another? I bother no one here. Oh, Mister C, I have another name for the list; Amy the raging lunatic!

I love your list, Colin. I'm going back for another read to calm my angry state of mind. Laughter is the best medicine and I need a double dose!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear drbj, I've been spending a lot of time helping my mom and we watch the hummingbirds she feeds everyday. She has fed them for years now. It is getting to be a more difficult task for her as her health is slipping. I hope she is here for a long time yet to enjoy many more "hummer" seasons.

I am so glad you like that particular line, drbj. It felt so right when I wrote it. Thank you, my brilliant friend.

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epigramman 4 years ago are not the raging lunatic Amy, they are.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

And, you, Mister C, are a doll.

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The Frog Prince 4 years ago from Arlington, TX

Annie has some powerful videos out there. One just has to find them.

Nice work Amy.

The Frog

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Frog Prince. My new favorite Annie song is "Cold" and I'm hoping to write a piece soon that does it justice. You sure know music, Jim.

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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA


The older I get the more receptive I become to metaphors about life....and the seasons are a wonderful metaphor about I in the autumn of my life...I hope so and not winter. :) Whatever season it is, I love the transition and the awareness I am of everything around me.

Did I mention that I loved this poem?


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You are definitely just at the beginning of the autumn of your life, Bill. My mother is at the winter at 85 years old with failing health. I understand what you mean when you talk about loving the transition and the awareness of everything around you...I feel that, too, much more than in my youth, when I didn't stop to analyze anthing, as I felt invincible. I thought I had forever.

Thank you, Bill, as I am smiling as I read "Did I mention that I loved this poem?" You sure did, my friend...beautifully.

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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

Ah, My hummingbirds are a pleasure. They are almost tane. They fly close to my outstreached hand, yet they refuse to land. My hope is that they will accept my gift of seed that i hold in my hand. I love your poetry. You find beauty, as i do in nature..Blssings my friend

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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

Amy what an amazing poem.. summer I hope after all this heat will be leaving us and the birds are having a good time.. simply beautiful.



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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up. So lovely and peaceful and a bit sad. Hate to see the flocks of birds leaving until spring. But it is a lovely site to behold them all up there with the clouds.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

The saddest part for me, Gypsy, is although knowing the hummingbirds will be back like clockwork next year, my mom's future isn't as secure. I hope that she will be here to see their return, healthy enough to enjoy them as she always has. You expressed my mood perfectly as I wrote this poem with your words "so lovely and peaceful and a bit sad." Thank you, Gypsy.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Amy be positive. With God and me on your side your mom will be alright and will get to see those hummingbirds returning. Give her a hug from someone who really cares in Riga.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Gypsy, You are so sweet you make me cry. I'll give my mom a hug from you. Bless you, my friend in Riga.

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Genna East 4 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I love poetry that involves nature, so this was a special treat for me. You have such an observant eye, and have caught that which so many do not see. Where we are, I can see the change of seasons is in the air, and every inch of life is beginning to react, accordingly. It can be in the whisper of the leaves, the change in the birds’ songs, a summer flower’s color beginning to fade…almost imperceptibly, but it is in the wind. I loved this poem. :-)

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Ruby, I almost missed your comment, which I would never forgive myself for. I adore your words to me. The hummers that me mum feeds with fresh sugar water (boils the water, too) fly out of the nearby tree like an army fleet on a mission! They nearly run into anyone standing on the deck. They dance, bob, swing and knock into each fact, they seem to burn more energy dancing than feeding. My mom only hangs one feeder with 4 ports yet the tree is alive with hundreds of hummers. It is literally an army of clowns!

I love nature. I miss my yard in Hillsboro, MO as I spent every free moment outside. Thank you, my friend, for your visit and delightful comment.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Deborah, Here in the midwest, the triple digit temps and relentless drought has finally broken. Suddenly, it feels like fall is around the corner. About 2 more weeks and the hummers will head south for a warmer country.

I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem, Debbie. Thank you for your lovely visit.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Genna, It's funny because I'm like my dad in that respect. I watch more than I talk. Yet, I have so much to say in my poetry that it sometimes surprises me. I suppose if I were truly observant, I'd know that about myself, but it still sneaks up on now, as your words remind me. I notice from your writing that you see the nuances, which is what makes you such an incredible writer. I am honored that you enjoyed this piece, Genna. Thank you so much for telling me so.

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A.A. Zavala 4 years ago from Texas

Poem reminds me of my mother and her advanced age and fragility. I'm calling her now...

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

That's beautiful, Augustine. You are a good man.

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Lucky Cats 4 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

Hi Amy. this will be short as I am limited w/time..but, I just love this one. This reminds me of the yearly arrival and then, sadly, departure, of my beautiful Barn Swallows in SE Kansas. I just love them, their beauty, agility, strength and stealth like maneuvering. I cry when they arrive and cry when they leave. This year, I am missing them so much...they are there...I am here in calif. We have swallows here but not in my area...Each year in Kansas, we'd watch as they renewed their previous years nesting and begin prepaparartions for new babies. Last year, our original and favorite couple, had three succesful hatchings. They are near and dear to my heart.

Your beautiful words which honor the humming birds who visit your mother and your home are completly awe inspiring and bring mist to my eyes as I sit here...right now..imaginig that my sweet swallows are probably departing pretty soon and, twice!!! i've had to cancel my trip back to the farm...thus, missing them completely.

I am amazed at your innate ability to resonate so completely w/nature and the beings who frequent your space..and share this with us. Thank you my dear friend. Just absolutely lovely.

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, thank you, Kathy. I miss you, as I am certain your barn swallows do, too. I am attached to the little sparrows that I feed outside my apartment. As I am anticipating leaving here this fall for cheaper digs, I worry. I've fed and watered them this terrible summer of drought and by winter, they will be somewhat dependent. But, I can only do what I can, like you, my friend. We can't be everywhere at once, although, we'd like to be!!!

Thank you, Kathy, for taking the time to read this and leave such a warm, sweet comment. Please take care of yourself.

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CrazedNovelist 4 years ago from Hampton, GA

Gotta love Lyrical Poetry. :) Though at times I am a bit lost of the meaning of it all. I am supposed to have my own interpretation or is it so clear I can't see it?.... blast my difficulty with poetry. That must mean you have true depth to everything you write. Your works could probably be analyzed by an English class out of some text book *Compliment*. :) You're awesomely awesome Amy!!

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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You are a brilliant sweetheart, Aubrey. You have an endearingly open mind. Interpretation is whatever you see, whatever you like, whatever moves you personally in poetry. Occasionally, if a piece has strong personal meaning for me, I will include the idea that inspired the piece, but I avoid doing that often, as I feel it detracts from what any reader might see. For me, that defeats the purpose of the art form. You, my friend, are a true artist. Poetry isn't intended to be concrete, in my opinion, though it often is to the author, but, rather, generates emotion, ambiance that can transport the reader to their own feelings of familiarity or recognition. Thank you, CrazedNovelist, for reading, despite the fact poetry can be vexing, as it defines your artistically creative, curious, searching mind. I am honored, Aubrey.

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