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.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: August 7th, 2024 09:06
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
Comments7
A gentle and poetic line. Loved the imagery in this poem
Thanks, S.B
This is utterly beautiful in metaphor and imagery. π β€οΈ
Thank you, dear Teddy. Such kind words.
π
there aint no one aint gonna smile when they open this page and they notice a bee sipping from a dewdrop. π
Thanks, Neville.
Yes, good write Jerry. I may be inclined to squat a wasp though. Buzzzz! lol.
Thanks, Orchi. They can be nasty buggers for sure. Not much of a sense of humor.
Yet some - wasps included? - just buzz around flowers, doing their job!
You been taking lessons from soren? like her, very nice.
Thanks, Dan.
May those bees be forever with us Jerry like I hope your words willbe.
Andy
Thanks, Andy. For sure they are a great help to us all.
Nice workβ¦
Thanks, John
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