someday i'll teach them the words

"From scarlet to powdered gold,

to blazing yellow,

to the rare ashen emerald,

to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet,

out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you,

small, superlative being,

you are a miracle,and you blaze"
From "Ode to the Hummingbird"
Pablo Neruda

Just about constantly, no matter where I am,

as long as there is a window, I can hear the hummers humming.