Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Purple Yellow Black


 The humble bumble
combs the Spanish Lavender
for Spring's last pollen.

8 comments:

  1. Sigh.

    An especially appropriate spring Haiku, if I do say so myself.

    Quiet, everyone, while I give your poet the business that all good natured and chipper people deserve from the angry, bitter and twisted!

    *ahem*

    The snow it blows
    Between my toes
    And down my bloody back
    My nose, my ears, my arse are froze
    Cause I wore my summer clothes.

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    1. Glen, I love it!

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    2. Glen is a poet inside Leigh. Do not let him tell you anything but.

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  2. I like to watch bumble bees work, but husband prefers to see his honeybees. Nice Haiku!

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    1. Thank you Kathy! We used to have bees here (maybe we will again someday) and someone brings about 40 hives in for a month or so in the Spring, so the pollen does not go to waste. But the Bumblebees will be here all year.

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  3. You've reminded me that I need to get back to dabbling in haiku. A couple of years ago I made a new year's goal to write one a day. Then one of my goats contracted listerosis, and I forgot about it. I love how figuring a haiku out seems so therapeutic. A mental reset, anyway.

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    1. You should Leigh! I have to admit I have not thought about them as therapeutic, but if I actually consider how I think about them, I suppose that is right. Certainly the fact that - at least traditionally - they often deal with Nature makes them attractive to me as well.

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