Our apricot tree started blooming earlier this week and the bees were on the blossoms as soon as air temperature would allow them out of the hive in the mornings. The noise of bees at work filled the air and the scent of apricots was overpowering. Inspired, I wrote this poem.
Now, the apricot petals are falling in the wind and littering the ground with white. It is a once-a-year event, spring; and I enjoy the signs and wayposts close to home.
ORCHARD BLOOM
Branches to Heaven
Abound
With life, limb
And sound
Honey bees
Abuzz
White linen set
And fuzz
Daytime murmur
Above
Song of Spring
And love.
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