Iridescent blur sliced through the space
before me. A zing brushed the breeze teasing my hair
The sun winked a conspiratorial beam –
it’s going to be a beautiful morning
with the blue sky parading its fluffy fleece
and flowers spewing their golden breath
(to intimidate or to flirt?)
Then all too soon –
buzzing dervishes came
whirling in their gossamer wings
the flowers shuddered
swaying in their seductive dance.
The fleece hastened its fluffy march
the blue sky peeked out of the cracks
the sun beamed a radiant grin
basking in the beautiful morning
I hightailed it as fast as I can
lest I get trapped under the stinger’s end.
Yet, I was glad to know
life goes on.
The prompt at Poetry Jam had me thinking about Bees. 🙂 See what bee-inspired poetry others came up with. 🙂
Thank you for coming by. Have a beautiful blessed morning.