Illusive Hope

Sweet red water waiting
Three feeders waiting
Day after day through the summer -
Signs of hope that she'll return

The others are faithful
They come for the seeds
Day after day through the year
Always soaring and fluttering about

One day I see her -
A quick dive onto the feeder
And gone

Now I watch for her
As the sweet red water disappears
Little by little.

©2011 John A. Mills