It takes the bees a while to findthe blossoms on our treebut once they do it sparks a hiveof raucous bustling Honey drunk, they buzz all day long,gathering while they mayadding notes to summer’s song:they sing of endless days Summer! And also I’ve been reading some Emily Dickinson : ) Thanks for reading!
Fall’s delightFire’s light Winter’s lairDen’s bear Spring’s quickeningGreen’s thickening Summer’s bountyChildhood’s county This poem from my Medium archive was from a prompt on the pub Genius in a Bottle (on seasons, I think).
This morning a song is happening. . . .
n this fading comes regeneration
(even the most robust things must sleep)
so the trees light up with celebration
while within the soil their roots stretch out deep. . . .
Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
tirring up in all its forms
with which a busy day adorns
the fact and fiction of my heart
can leave me breathless with its scorn
awash in doubt, swiftly forlorn,
tossed in the air and torn apart.