Something About Hummingbirds Poem by Jaey Peele

Untitled poem Something
about hummingbirds
passing for haiku

Sits in a notebook
Pondered but then rejected
Not enough spirit

Is this poetry
A sad echo of nature
with no fulfillment

Scratch out start over
Find the clarity of truth
Or why even try

Metallic feathers
Stop on a spinning dime edge
Then rocket away

One single sun beam
Shines through a hole in the clouds
poked by tiny bird

Run to where it shone
Face turned to where sun should be
Thick blanket of clouds

I can smell the rain
Green mud on patches of breeze
Squeezed from between grays

Fate blended with choice
Always good enough not great
Willow only sighs

What is this stillness
Not even decent darkness
Foggy almost art