Monday, February 4, 2008

"Meandering— what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?"

Early spring and
I stumbled upon
the palest pink blossom
bent near
breathed its pristine sweetness
a small bee intruded
a great buzzing and busywork
more bees
a muzzle
amuzzabuzz of bees
a droning over pink

One pale pink blossom
Such optimists…

(Quote: Dennis Kelly)
(Image: Jing Ling)