The holiday time of year
Appears to be drawing near.
We are blessed to be here,
And will hold each other dear.
The Twelve Days will have a new look.
Old traditions will be put in the book.
Where's the “partridge in a pear tree”?
Masked this year, now flying free.
The hummingbird appears instead.
Delicate, wings buzzing, looking straight ahead.
Needle-nosed, nectar-seeking the entire day.
Heralding from the biological family Trochilidae.
Singing doves, hens, calling birds, geese and swans pass.
And we see "a hummingbird in a buzz” at last.
Certainly, the partridge will be missed this year.
But no doubt, will return when there’s no fear.
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at email@example.com.