Monday, 1 February 2021

A Poem a Day (368): The bee

  
 
 
The bee
 
Paper curls,
a lime-green hand unfurling
fragile flowers, brushed by breezes
sending petal scents afar.
 
A bee lands,
writes a letter in pollen stolen,
relishing the taste of it all.
And leaves the flower empty.
 
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 1, 2021
 
 
 

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