A driven, fevered
bee be he,
zigging, zagging
drunkenly;
mead of autumn,
sweet and heady,
makes his skinny legs
unsteady,
wobbily resolved
in year’s decline
to buzz each flower
an Auld Lang Syne.
Oddments
In search of story
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October 12, 2020 at 11:53 am
For sure because here that poor little guy is relegated to a few marigolds hanging on and Autumn Joy Sedum. Other than that, the pickings are slim to none. Have a good Monday, my friend.
October 12, 2020 at 11:59 am
“Slim to none” will be here soon. The year plods on. A good Monday to you too, friend, and may you stay safe and sane (yes, we can’t be sure about the “sane” part)!
October 12, 2020 at 2:39 pm
Lovely! The photo, too.
October 12, 2020 at 3:19 pm
Thank you! That bee is sure in a world of color at the moment!
October 12, 2020 at 3:51 pm
Yes! And I love how the flowers keep on blooming so surely!
October 12, 2020 at 4:16 pm
‘Bee be he’ pleased me. I like your rainbow garden.
October 12, 2020 at 5:36 pm
Thank you! That patch of flowers has had such a good time growing this year that it is all full of itself. A true grand finale!