The bee and INature 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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