
the storm today
swarming
like bees
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
As the workers toil in the carpet of sage
they hum and buzz their dictum
“from each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs”
Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.
how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.