The Hummingbird Window Poem by Gordon R Menzies

Crude colour rendering
with primitive liquid line
matriarchal cave painting
on clear clean glass,
the hummingbird danced
for years, in window frame
cage bordering the garden
both of us dug and loved
hovering over soft grasses
and blue winter snows
where our children played
and grew, beneath translucent
emerald curve of wing
and the alert motherly
eyes that held my own
fingertip taps admonish
and loving smiles made
more brilliant, by glass
and the tiny bird, kissing,
your cheek, your face
a rarity of art, the window
a portal for the mother
goddess, and this small
bird, dabbed red and green
by your hand,
did you know, in painting it
there, you wrote 'home'
in each of our hearts
then, now, and forever