A stroll in the woods, stumbles into a clearing of trees,
Warmth, serenades yellow blooms in the breeze.
Hummingbirds helicopter to the golden bistros,
Ordering candied nectar as fast as they please.
Bees competing for the same sumptuous cup,
Wax eloquent chorus floating to a buttercup.
Thorns of the day trumpeting the heart,
Vanish unexpectedly into nature’s fine art.
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Hi!
Ah, c’ est vraiment beau!
J’ aime bien comment tu présentes nos amies les abeilles qui commandent du nectar!
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Hello Dunelinette, glad you enjoyed the poem. Bees are so cheerfully busy.. Thank you for your sweet comment. Pleasant day to you. Peace.🙏😊🌺
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I love your lovely lexiconical interlacings! The birds and the bees and the nectars here be tracing! 🙏💛🌻🐝
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Thank you Lia. Your kind words are deeply appreciated. Peace to you. Happy lexicographiy day! Cheers.🌈☀️🙏
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Wow! Suzette, this poem knocks me over with the richness of its images . . . Hummingbirds helicopter to the golden bistros.
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I am glad you enjoyed it. I am humbled by your kind words of support. Thank you.
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You’ve captured the experience of unexpectedly coming upon a glade in the forest perfectly!
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Thank you Liz for your kind thoughtful read. I appreciate your comments and support. Happy Wednesday. Stay safe.
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My pleasure, Suzette! I hope you’ve had a good Wednesday.
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