The Hummingbirds Are Gone Poem by Glen Kappy

The hummingbirds are gone.
Something in me wants to mourn
though most of the leaves still hang
and the days are still warm.

This happens every year.
I'll take the feeder down and put it away
till spring comes round again
but something in me wants to mourn.

My thought goes beyond the seasons
to eras and eons and all that's been—
beyond us who walk on just two legs
beyond our planet's birth.

Something in me wants to mourn
but then I consider what I have seen—
how the things that pass and disappear
are followed by all that's born.