Spring Dreams

I close my eyes 

and listen

to the first sounds

of spring.

Hear the bees fly past

and feel their warm settling

when sometimes they alight on me

as if they wish to examine

this strange creature,

this lone interloper 

in their world.

I open my eyes 

when I feel them

so that I can admire

their beauty

and strangeness

before they move on,


or crawling,

off to make their honey

they leave me alone again.




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