crimson signs dangle/ color speaks hummingbirds’ tongue—/ food here! #haiku (Backstory: I think of flowers as speaking the language of their pollinators, the birds, insects and mammals that move pollen from flower to flower as they seed the sweet rewards of nectar the blossoms promise. These fuchsia blossoms are clearly colored and shaped to appeal to hummingbirds, whose long, brush-tipped tongues will be able to reach the nectaries at the end of that long floral tube.)
The common milkweed I’ve nurtured along the restored urban creek by my house was abuzz with pollinators yesterday as the flowers opened. I saw three kinds of butterflies—including this skipper, at least six kinds of native bees, and honeybees, all drinking nectar from the flowers. A veritable pollinator smorgasbord!
sunrise haiku: earth’s edge turns/exposing the closest star in our sky--/the sun, today (First haiku for NaHaikWriMo. No, I didn't follow the prompt at the site. The sun was rising and that was all the prompt I needed!)