August 31st

I don't usually date my poems,
(I prefer to date my girlfriend!)


August 31^st

I’ve greeted the hummingbird for years,
  I say ‘Hello,’ though naught she hears,
She looks a finger on the wing,
  An emerald the breezes bring,
She needlepoint’s each tatted flower,
  Then off she zips, magneto powered

Soon Autumns’ wind will brag and boast,
  Then tail wind her down the coast,
Flower petals will fall, broad trees will brown,
  And in orange hours earlier,
We’ll hold hands
  And watch our Sun go down