“Come,”
he said,
and lead me out
beneath the bee tree’s dome.
We stood together,
wreathed
in sweet saturated scent and
downward-descending drift
of apiarian song woven through
that namesake tree’s
flower-pricked upswept
boughs.
And we were one,
and we were one,
and we are ever
one.
— C.Birde, 6/21
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I find this so serene.
Thank you 🙂 And, honestly, that’s how it felt… Serene… The sound of all those bees, busy pollinating all those tiny, sweet-scented flowers… And we two, standing there, absorbing it all ❤️🐝❤️