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.
And gone.
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.