The hummers have left with the long sunny days.
Frost settled down and intends to stay.
All that is left of the hummingbirds feeding in my yard
are memories of their daily visits and aeronautic repertoire.
I miss their dancing forms as they move from flower to flower.
I am left with cloudy days that drag out lonely hours.
annarino writes 
Nice poem. We e have hummingbirds here pretty much year round here in Tucson. You might want to check out my blog.
I follow your blog and enjoy the photos of hummingbirds, butterflies and mountain trails. You have an eye for life’s beauty which I appreciate.
Good. Thanks.