Pollinators taken a few years back when the lavender fields were in full bloom in Snowshill.
Taking this opportunity to share a poem of mine that got featured on Poetizer as Poem of the Day. Hope you like it 🙂
Simple Words
I sit in my garden for a respite
From hungry mouths and unguarded minds
Don’t get me wrong, I’m one like my own
Talking to trees and flowers
The only art I know
A swift of the white breast of a magpie
And philanderer bees seeking for the sweetest nectar
They come to me on my own
Like a sweet lullaby,
A caress of the wind of
Clouds that move south.
I sit and dream of that cottage by the lake
Where unto mortality I shall ripe
No cacophony of my own ilk to grind
Just me and myself and the rustle of leaves
Bidding time a goodbye.
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