I came across
a paradise
blooming just for bees
Made For Them
Magnolia Bees
abuzz in December sunshine
the blossom hive swarms
in the afternoon light
Organized Labor
gathered at the source
the bees objective
feed the hive, save the planet
Harvest
a wealth of blooms
the bees converge
to preserve sweetness
Hearts
keep them
on your sleeves
for soulmates and bees
Swarm
like bees in a swarm
the trees industrious
in pollen production
White Hive
the storm today
swarming
like bees
The Other B’s Of The Meadow
buttercup, bachelor buttons
and barbed wire
bright, blue, biting
Flower Farm
work the fields
beauty is the harvest
She Wears
with which
to charm the bees
For The Bees
the garden bed
a candy store
offering lavendar lollipops
Bee Boxes
hives stir
as the river melts
quiet workings of spring
Thistle
purple prickers
gentle to
the bees
Celestial Sphere
constellation of blooms
bees orbit
the purple planet
Reverie
inside
a house of colors
bee’s dream
Bewitching Beebalm
sending out
a siren’s call
to hummingbirds and bees
Bees
they buzz in bubbles
beneath the ice
water is their wings
Tiny House
brood boxes
parked marsh side
for fall’s final forage
Passerby
blossoming branch
bright blue sky
busy bee passing by
Magnolioideae
before the existence of bees
the magnificence of magnolias
relied on the kindness of beetles
Drowsy Drones
soft as the falling snow
the hum and thrum
of sleeping bees
Bee’s Favorite
pink hostess to
the thrum and buzz
of sweetness in the making
Harvest
marigolds provide
bounty for
the final forage
Magnolia Bud Bees
Snug in their cozy box
bees dream away the winter.
Harvest
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”
Calm
Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.
Bees See
how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.
Swarm
yellow leaves flutter and buzz in the breeze.
Other Views
pine needles and moss.
Energy has color.
Hive
Now they keep their honey hoard safe in the hollows of old trees.