Although I am totally consumed by the inconvenience of broken bones
it is Summer here, and I can look out and see the drone bee, usually female,
fill her saddlebags with pollen and her honey stomach with nectar
from the Purple Toadflax that has colonised the garden,
and admire her ten hour day shift, her fortnight or two life span
spent replenishing the hive, and notice the Oriental Poppy,
its crepe paper blooms that swirl and fall, layer upon glorious layer,
its scarlet skirts splayed and scattered to the breeze,
and see the yellow tongue of the white throated Lily
trumpet forth, recede and give way to the next performer,
the Oxeye Daisy stirring in the wings,limbering up for its big debut-
And maybe in this way I can learn a thing or two...
Copyright 2023 Cathy Leonard
And writing beautifully, good for you!
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