Jerry Reynolds

A Bee Sips from a Dew Drop

Sitting on the terrace taking notes.
From behind the trees
The summer sun slowly floats.
A slight breeze dances with the willows.
While a bee sips from a dewdrop.
Spilled some coffee– cleaned it up.
Catbirds chase a crow across the sky.
A hint of breakfast infuses the air.
Cars humming on roads nearby.
While a bee sips from a dewdrop.
The sun warms my face.
A flock of blackbirds play with the wind.
Three geese, in formation, lumber by.
A poetic moment arrives.
While a bee sips from a dewdrop.