Woke in morning in our evolving home
Camping inside with a log burning fire,
breath solidifying in the merging morning.
Tip toe in dust laden crazy paved floor into maze of wire snakes and ladders.
I feel an emerging presence stirring by my naked toes.
A giant thunder in still tiny translucent wings,
small round and furry with black many eyed face stirred by the sun.
With heart pounding ~ into my hand I scoop,
fearful of a burning sting I run,
to a crisp golden sheltered spot,
placing down into ash and fallen leaves.
Two days of frost follow.
I find the Bee,
silent and cold.
Blessings to the bumble bee