Hummingbird

I took a chair in the corner
Where I was certain
She would not notice me.

Sitting by the fire
Hair backlit in its glow
She appeared angelic.

Her movements were gentle
Features delicate
Wordlessly gazing into the fire.

It seemed I was watching a hummingbird
Taking nectar at a flower
Beautiful to behold, too soon gone.

I would have studied her all evening
But gathering her things
She departed for her room.

Her name, unknown to me
Would forever remain a mystery.
She was a hummingbird; the angel by the fire.