by Moira Toomey
The garden is in song after the rain
A ruby-throated hummingbird is frantic,
Perhaps she hears the chorus:
Clear notes of colour
calling their readiness.
Tiny bird dips into cerise gladiolis
zips to the lollipop zinnias
A long sip at the blue bachelor button
A quick flit to violet blazing stars.
The dance of the flowers
And a bird.
Moira Toomey usually expresses her creativity through the printmaking process, but in response to nature’s cries, she is sometimes called to put these ideas into words.
“This poem was a way of expressing my desire to actually hear colour as music. And so I imagined how another wee creature could, and the humming bird’s response to this symphony,” Moira says.