The brown bee,
Big as a bear,
That visits my Polyandra,
Flies meticulous patterns around morning blooms
As easily as the hummingbird next to it,
We spend time collecting memories and ornaments like,
Christmas bulbs have no lifetime,
We miss Pansy’s and Holly’s and Twinkly lights,
When closets shut,
And tears are caressed by lovers or husbands,
Beautiful lives spent,
Draping balconies and seasons;
Bumble bees for a time.
Picture – laurieanichols
-short evocative poetry-
For a special friend, at this time.