I saw a boozy bumblebee
buzzing in a cherry tree,
in among the blossom
drenched with dew.
It flew onto a window ledge
near a blooming hawthorn hedge,
just to say hello to me and you.
Spring bees are parched for sips
of sweet pollen from the lips
of wayward hedgerow
flowers of every hue.
A swarm of bees in May
is worth a heap of hay,
but in June they’ll be worth a silver spoon.
Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2026
On the seventh day of NaPoWriMo, the optional prompt comes from a poem by Cecily Parks, ‘Front Yard Rhyme’, in which she evokes the sing-songy beats that accompany girls’ clapping games, and jump-rope and skipping rhymes. Our challenge is to write poems that emulate these songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.
writing in north norfolk 
It just about works Kim. If I could skip at all, I could skip to this 👍
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Cheers Shaun.
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you’d described the changes of the seasons in relation to the species of insects to perfect here.
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Thank you!
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I never knew I had a craving for merry bee poems, Kim, until I read this! Makes me happy. 😊
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Thank you, Dora, I’m delighted my poem made you happy!
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Such a delightful verse, Kim!;
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