amid the magnified
and amber golden dusk
a particulate miscellany
in ecstatic suspension
swarms the hot summer air;
in slow, agitation bees
creep
too besotted to fly home
sunset steeped pollen
has stolen their senses;
winding blindly they anchor,
feet in flowers to slumber
till dawn kisses dew encrusted eyes
and they awaken transformed,
winding blindly they anchor,
feet in flowers
till dawn kisses dew encrusted eyes
and they awaken transformed,
gleaming,
the drunken bee sleeps / in the echinacea patch / small bit of heaven ... #haiku <3<3<3
ReplyDeleteyou've captured the spirit of this phenom, sweet lucy! we've see it so many times and you've embraced it with bee-u-ti-ful words!
what a fantastic image you have created - through photo and words. i love walking in our yard at the cottage in the early morning to watch the bees and dragons wake up, slowly shuffling off their sleepiness.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo!!!!!!!!!