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.
Legs swimming.
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
4 comments:
This is so beautiful - and so sad. Lovely writing. Thank you.
Many thanks Mooonroot....I am very pleased that my poem has appeared to conveyed my experience....yes it was very sad...and wondered if I could have lived with a bumble bee or two in the home! love Dragonfly
There a few things in life as wondrous and beautiful as the bumblebee-there are so few around now...it is so very sad to me.
Hello industrialpoppy...yes I very much reasonate with what you've said here. Very sad. Having said that I have noticed this spring an explosion of bumble bees in the Brecon Beacon area!....maybe there are in other areas too? A friend of mine said she thought it was the bumble bees compensating for the decline other bees...what ever the cause/reason I found it an absolute delight to behold!
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