The bee and I
Nature nurtures,
the surrogate hand of God
visits sunshine to tender places.
The beauty of veined wing,
the artistry of colour,
the impossibility of contour
humour the lazy watchfulness
of a summer day.
Showered with blessing
we both move on
the bee and I.
2 comments:
"the surrogate hand of God," "the veined wing." I love the way you express yourself and thoroughly enjoy your poetry.
I like lazy watchfulness.....
I love bees, too
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