- Freeport murder suspect Damon Dixson taken into custody in Rockford
- Local gas station employee arrested for selling liquor to minor
- Renewable Fuel Standard delay ‘a mixed blessing,’ Bustos says
- Rockford delegation presents inaugural ‘Rockford Award’ to Norwegian Air
- Education in Illinois making slow progress, according to report
- Illinois GOP Congressional delegation: Obama’s immigration plan undermines rule of law
- Suspect, 17, charged in Halloween hit-and-run in Roscoe
- Saint Anthony College of Nursing president to retire
- Man found guilty in deadly August 2013 crash at Mulford and Garrett Lane
- ‘The Price is Right Live!’ at Coronado March 1; tickets on sale Nov. 21
Literary Hook: A new sonnet celebrating hummingbirds
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
The fall season has arrived, and with it, the migration of birds. Each year, hummingbirds return to our garden. I delight in them and call them by name.
In September, they feed ferociously each day, ravenous for fuel for their trek South. Some may go as far as Central America. Others stop in Texas. Here is a new sonnet celebrating hummingbirds.
Glory be to the fierce little warriors
who return to my garden every year.
Come, enjoy, drink the various nectars,
tiny bold ones. You without any fear,
teach me to cultivate fervor and focus.
Stay in our shared secret sanctuary
created for you with bergamot and phlox,
fuchsia and the feeder hung on the tree
you visit each morning. Hello! Goodbye!
Who could be freer? Fast as a torpedo
when I’m digging, spading, you catch my eye.
Faster than the wind — glanced from my window.
You share delight with your earthbound sister.
You’ve made me a hummingbird whisperer.
From the Nov. 2-8, 2011, issue