they dance on sunlight inhabiting air luminescent in another dimension blossoming hedges hum with pollen- dusted bees zipping in and out of f l e o r w s carrying honeyed promises Kim M. Russell, 12th April 2022 On the twelfth day of NaPoWrimo, the challenge is the opposite of yesterday’s: to invert our inspiration […]
Tag: Bees
Tesselated
honeycomb hexagons too narrow for fingers but just right for bees conjuring honey from pollen tidy and tessellated sticky-sweet Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2020 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 24 Play it Again in April 2020: Wild Woman’s Natural Wonders On Wednesday 24th April, 2019, Sherry inspired us with […]
Goodbye to Bees
Now that autumn is here, with winter on its heels, I observe ever-changing foliage through windows blurred with misty condensation. I think back to liquid sun- drops, pollen-perfumed bumble-kissed summer lullabies, and whisper goodbye to bees until they appear next year. Kim M. Russell, 25th September 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Honey […]
Picnic under the Willow
The willow dome quivers at the touch of a breeze and the sun-blessed air hums a melody of bees. A full jug of lemonade, iced and freshly squeezed, balances by sliced bread and a bowl of strawberries. We sip and chew together, plates perched upon our knees; listening to the river, we drift into drowsiness […]
Bees
bees dance weaving between buzz and hum drunk with pollen Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Utabukuro #2 solar eclipse August 21st 2017 This weekend we have an Utabukuro episode, in which Chèvrefeuille asks us to share a favourite haiku or tanka and write an all new haiku or tanka inspired […]
Honeyed Raindrops
My response to Imaginary garden with real toads Which Bee? This weekend’s Mini-Challenge invites us to explore a moment in the life of one of the three bees flying in the stanza quoted below the image. And because three is such a lovely number, we are crafting our poems in exactly three stanzas. In summer fields […]
A Walk In the Wild Garden
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weeds in the Garden Since spring, blackbirds have been singing At dawn and dusk, squabbling and serenading; Exhausted now, the garden is quite still, Except for occasional echoes of a silvery trill. Underfoot the earth is soaked, In my garden trees and shrubs are cloaked With […]
Bees in May
I watch a drowsy bee chew Through its winter cocoon And emerge on the edge Of a sunny window ledge. After a sullen start to spring, Dandelions smile in dewy grass. The first dragonfly helicopters past The cherry tree and honeysuckle bowers, Where flirty buds are bursting To unfold a pink flurry of flowers To […]
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