The bees move about the flowers and into a nearby hive.
I watch them and I imagine them watching me.
Bee Conversation:
“Is she still sitting there?”
“Yea, she hasn’t moved.”
“Just ignore her and she’ll go away.”
Bees
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Instincts
The dog growls, seemingly at nothing. But my senses become alert. There is no one here, nothing to fear, and yet a primitive chill runs up my spine. I decide to leave our quiet writing spot and head back to the cabin.
Break
I will be taking a week away from all technology.
Be safe and well and I’ll see you on July 27th.
Which one are you?
The one that waves from a speeding train?
The one that walks in the drizzling rain?
The one that sits in a darkened room?
The one that speaks to the fullest moon?
The one that weaves a yellow daisy chain?
The one that moves marking lost terrain?
The one that sleeps through raging thunderstorms?
The one that wakes to warn the world of thorns?
Daisies in July
When I walked this path in the winter, you were sleeping silently. And when the snow landed on my lashes, I sometimes would think of your white petals swaying in the breeze. You are such a welcome sight to my walks in July.
Deep, pink pansy…
your mischievous face
can be shy or enticing
or even slightly snarky,
which makes me love you all the more
Clematis
A casual summer conversation many years ago:
Me: “Your chlamydia is beautiful.”
Neighbor (with a slight stammer): “Thank you.”
Choices
Sometimes dahlias instead of roses,
or sand storms instead of rain,
can seem misguided and be misjudged.
There are times when the obvious,
is not quite the right choice.
Things I love that are orange (a very small list)
mandarins and
marigolds,
the setting sun,
and creamsicles
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