This morning, a honeybee caught my eye,
tracing a frantic path up and down
the café’s considerable glass door,
desperate for escape, her movements
painting urgency in every flutter.
What had lured her to this bustling bistro
in the first place, I wondered?
Perhaps the scent of honey, sugar,
or the inviting warmth of the lights inside?
......
honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms
faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions
hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
......
This morning, a honeybee caught my eye,
tracing a frantic path up and down
the café’s considerable glass door,
desperate for escape, her movements
painting urgency in every flutter.
What had lured her to this bustling bistro
in the first place, I wondered?
Perhaps the scent of honey, sugar,
or the inviting warmth of the lights inside?
......
honeybees in sun
hover through hours like honey
red gold and green blooms
faceted stained fields
fragrant like fumed fantasies
flaunting like fashions
hypnotizing hum
hot high noon activities
......