when the pink trumpets
sing their petalled song
what walls come down
as the bee
bathes
in its downy prize
object #4 and random pics
7 hours ago
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17 comments:
Great opening lines!
And it's just that time of year!
Yep. True, dat.
Happy solstice!
How inviting that pretty little flower must be to a bee.
I like the thought of the bathing bee...sounds better than coming to move pollen from one flower to another. :)
titus - thanks. steven
aguja - they are so busy. i love to watch them. this time i wanted to think about them. steven
reya- true enough. a happy solstice fly through for you. steven
weaver - like the best home. steven
hope, i wondered if perhaps there was something more - or different. steven
steven, a pink music played by the own nature, so beautiful.
oa.s
Bee cause.
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
honey of an answer linda sue!!! steven
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
Even Joshua in Jericho couldn't boast as much as the bee in this poem. That was what struck me immediately! Love this!
Rick
Sumptuous, Steven. In images and words, absolutely sumptuous.
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