Tag: bees
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Ancient paths
I walked the path, glowing in the sunlight, trees leaning over dappling the way ahead, I walked where others had walked on the sun warmed stones pebbling the path. — I walked where thousands of others went, and listened to the warble of the blackbird watched the robin dance along the way keeping watch, as…
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Despair in Prayer
Waking early, once there was the dawn chorus, sitting in the garden, once there was a hum of bees, but some prefer glyphosate, and so, now the silence is shockingly growing at each gate. — Walking to the shops, once there was money in the poor woman’s purse, planning a Birthday, once there would have…
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Deadly
There was a cloud of purple winged butterflies, fluttering to and fro, settling like thistledown on the flowers and leaves of the thickly wooded slopes of the rising morning misted mountains. —————————— Bees hummed amidst the ruby red geraniums, and their tiny legs filled with he mysteries of multi grains of pollen, carry back to…
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The Bee Loud Glade of death
The yellow striped torso caught the sun, revealing the trembling tiny hairs and fragile filigree wings working with God to nurture nature, and so —- the bee flew over the fence to the fragile flowers opening to the sun, and heard the happy buzzing of harvest; as he sipped sweetness of stamens and —- packed…
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