Apertures
Somewhere near
bees are dreaming
in hexagonal wax rooms,
twitching
as the scent
of new pollen blows in—
dreaming green,
dreaming sweet,
dreaming flight.
I am here
in a honeyed pool
of light,
window open,
a bewitching breeze
luring outside in:
robin call,
fragrance replete—
sweet grass, budding linden.
Leslie Schultz
Thank you for joining me this topsy-turvy April for new poems and photographs.
I hope you are safe and well, finding was to celebrate life as well as to protect it!
Leslie
Love this poem!
Ah, thanks for that! Getting outside these past few days is really helping my spirits, and my writing!
Loved the poem and the photos. I swear I can smell Spring even though all my windows are closed and my furnace is still on
Hi Elizabeth,
Glad you could leave a comment here–and thank you for the ideas to leave a comment on your site. I will follow up when my husband & tech guy are nearby! Leslie
Found you! What a wonderful piece — it surrounds the reader in spring’s baby green!
Oh, I am so glad! I actually dreamed the first part of the poem last night, so perhaps I am part bee.
Leslie! What a way to start poetry month! Gosh I love the way you use color in an enhanced way in your poetry. Plus the phrase “bees are dreaming”, “bewitching breeze”, and “luring the outside in” just seduce me into happiness! Thank you for this!