Monday, June 20, 2011

give


when the pink trumpets
sing their petalled song

what walls come down
as the bee
bathes
in its downy prize

17 comments:

Titus said...

Great opening lines!

aguja said...

And it's just that time of year!

Reya Mellicker said...

Yep. True, dat.

Happy solstice!

The Weaver of Grass said...

How inviting that pretty little flower must be to a bee.

hope said...

I like the thought of the bathing bee...sounds better than coming to move pollen from one flower to another. :)

steven said...

titus - thanks. steven

steven said...

aguja - they are so busy. i love to watch them. this time i wanted to think about them. steven

steven said...

reya- true enough. a happy solstice fly through for you. steven

steven said...

weaver - like the best home. steven

steven said...

hope, i wondered if perhaps there was something more - or different. steven

OceanoAzul.Sonhos said...

steven, a pink music played by the own nature, so beautiful.
oa.s

Linda Sue said...

Bee cause.

steven said...

oa.s, i can never get past the amazement of flowers. i get the mechanics and the purpose but it's still magic to me. steven

steven said...

honey of an answer linda sue!!! steven

erin said...

i love to think of bees as so powerful. breaking down walls.

today i sat on the edge of a pond and listened. there were bees. (mosquitos too.) i was happy.

xo
erin

R. Burnett Baker said...

Even Joshua in Jericho couldn't boast as much as the bee in this poem. That was what struck me immediately! Love this!

Rick

Jo said...

Sumptuous, Steven. In images and words, absolutely sumptuous.