Beeing in the Woods
Deep deep into the woods today;
don’t look back but only down,
down where roots foxtrot
cross the padded ground
wearing amberorange gowns
that once fit green on their branches.
Walking all day, the bow of wind plays
counterpoint on celloed limbs;
bees’ licorice saxophones drone in the fennel,
butterflies drinking beside them wary
with the flinch and nod
of old men at a pub.
Yellow light fashions its pollen heavy and sweet
filtered through finger-laced trees;
jazzed up we and the golden-legged bees
turn at last to go back
taking what we carry
to the hive.
Posted for Poetry Jam
Image: Photo by Ainslee Allmark
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