Early Autumn bees
Showing their appreciation
Pollinating still for honey
Away in a far off hive
Flower dancing
Sending a soft vibration
Into crisp air
The only sound now
But for the rustle of dying leaves
Early Autumn bees
Showing their appreciation
Pollinating still for honey
Away in a far off hive
Flower dancing
Sending a soft vibration
Into crisp air
The only sound now
But for the rustle of dying leaves
Comments5
You make me nostalgic for times quickly passing. Too sad, Lorna.
So very atmospheric. It evokes fall in such a specific and distinct way. Love it!!
Beautiful words Lorna as autumn encroaches our world.
Andy
"Last Dance" is a beautiful and poignant poem that captures a fleeting moment in nature and highlights the beauty and importance of the natural world.
Reading this poem, one can hear your Autumn leaves whisper like sirens heralding winter. Beautiful.
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