Before I go back to my oil and ges wells, I thought I'd share a slice of life with you:
The breeze was warm and gentle
when I hung the red sheets on the line.
You can see them a block away,
swimming in their sea of spring green.
The air smells good today,
heavy with polen,
beaten by bees' wings
into a breatheable ambrosia.
A fragrant snowfall of rose petals
dusts the flower bed in front of our adobe-pink house.
I'm glad we chose pink.
It feels good to look at.
Makes it easy to find my way home.
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I rather like the image of bees beating the pollen into the air, though I suspect its scientific accuracy. It reminded me of a line I wrote, and could not put a poem around. "Bees Dancing Before invitation of the bloom."
I may just try that one again.