Bumble's Delight.
By Ladylily
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Nymphs worship beneath
shadows of mustard Lilies,
their cups filled with odours of woodland dew.
Each petal spills gold,
as echoes of pearled morning breezes
pierce ears of grumbling bees…
who wind around Foxgloves of flame-orange.
Bumble’s throbbing throat tastes elixir of creamed clover mead.
They flurry in glory, from bough to bough.
A white-feathered Daisy
seeks a wandering stroke of sun,
as Buttercups flare soft-breathed gold.
Wallflowers undo royal-blue buttons…
as winds wash their heads
with Wisteria’s fragrance.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Photo by Simon Waldherr May 2016.
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The bumble bee has so much
The bumble bee has so much significance. Funnily enough I dreamt of one last night. It was at my window and trying to talk to me through the glass...I wonder what it means!
Loved the first part:- Nymphs worship beneath
shadows of mustard lilies
their cups filled with odours of woodland dew.
Each petal spills gold,
as echoes of pearled morning breezes
pierce ears of grumbling bees...
But actually I just love the poem as a whole.
Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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