Twilight Bloom — A Poem

An artfully altered photo looking skyward through a towering screen of bee-filled, pale purple asters.
“Asters” — C.Birde, 10/21

Autumn’s twilight

blooms,

this froth of asters,

bee-filled & spilling –

unbridled –

about the garden’s

unkempt edges

Lace-edged foam

of white,

lilac,

lavender

borne & tended

in courtly fashion

along an ebbing

surf of green…

— C.Birde, 10/21

Hmmmm… — A Poem

An artfully altered close-up photo of a bee pollinating pink spirea flowers.
“Hmmm…” — C.Birde, 6/21

Apiarian hum among

spirea wands as bees

– carelessly, casually –

rearrange clusters of

blushing flowerheads

to their liking.

— C.Birde, 6/21

The Lavender, Unadorned — A Poem

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“Lavender” — C.Birde, 6/16

Once,

not long ago,

the lavender hedge hummed

and trembled,

the foxgloves’ narrow,

yellow throats were lodged

with bees.

Silence, now.

Unadorned absence.

Where is the bee’s champion?

Their Rachel Carson?

When will we exchange

our short-sighted mantra

of “not-our-fault”

for “how-can-we-help”?

And,

in so doing —

in helping these small,

industrious creatures —

help

ourselves?

 

— C.Birde, 6/16

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“Lavender, Unadorned” — C.Birde, 6/16