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.
Tag Archives: bee
September 7.19
Gather ye pollen
while ye may
in warm and bright
September day.
Tender zest,
to flower,
to seed —
thus does garden
(and life)
proceed.
With apologies to Robert Herrick.
Connections: August 8
Basil’s best before it blooms
avers gastronomy
it’s more delish
less amateurish
but don’t tell that to the bee.
Connections: July 13
Yesterday was sticky hot
the air was thick as mush
but I had to grab my camera
and get out there in a rush.
This visitor, this summer sprite,
this unabashed flirt,
demanded my
attentive eye
and mud upon my skirt.
But would he alight, becalm his wings?
Sit still for just a
mo?
No!
He just kept whirring
blurring
flitting to and fro.
I chased that Casanova
’round marigold and bee
and wondered if my neighbors
had a butterfly net for me.
Connections: July 6
Connections: June 13
After yesterday
how to blog about a flower?
After Emily Doe
how to blog about a bee?
After anguish
how to blog about a butterfly?
But then
how not?
Words
are all we have.
Connections: June 9
August 30
The butterfly and the bee
in snappy bug repartee
enjoined one another colorfully
Orange is the new black
said the butterfly
Black is the new orange
said the bee
Together they snacked
amid floret and bract
this trendy butterfly and bee.
August countdown.
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