20 Jul
She planted lavender, and bees
fell upon it like a sunshower;
and shrubs for dappled shade;
and let crazy daisies grow.
Creatures of innocence came
to the garden in their last hour,
tasting grass one more time,
or pouncing on a final moving
flower.
Julian O’Dea
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Posted by Ame on July 20, 2019 at 1:18 pm
i love your poetry 🙂
Posted by Julian O'Dea on July 21, 2019 at 3:17 am
Thank you, Ame.
Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on July 20, 2019 at 8:31 pm
I like the thought of bees being productive and happy.
Posted by Julian O'Dea on July 21, 2019 at 3:18 am
I am fond of bees.
Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on July 22, 2019 at 4:45 am
I have huge black bees that hang out by my back door in spring. They don’t live here, but my lawn is going gradually from grass to clover. Thankfully, they are not aggressive.
Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on August 10, 2019 at 5:38 pm
I think we need a little more from my new found french Muse to inspire you.
At first, I only linked her because she is cute. She is surprisingly talented. I have to wonder what it would be like if she shared the stage with Frank Sinatra?