Preparation Time
Wildly busy
so much to do
the mind whirls around
and around
It’s no wonder bees
can’t fly straight
their minds
are dizzying and wild.
I’m doing my best not to let the gearing up of the upcoming holiday rush amp me up and drive me into a frenzy. It’s not easy, as that is my natural tendency when something tries to steal my focus, to focus down on it so hard nothing else exists anymore.
Dirty Sunset
Smoky sky
too thick to breathe
tasting ash
creates unease.
Sunset comes
a ball of red.
Bet’cher glad now
for the mask on your head.
The wildfire smoke has officially arrived. Stay safe everyone.
Too Pretty To Be So Hot
Lazy clouds
in cool blue sky
beauty bounds
as they march by
little ripples
on the lake
how is it so damned hot
when will
the heat wave break?
Radiance
Clashing colors
attract the eye
in a cacophony
of hues
that don’t match
and yet
draw you in
all the same.
Is this what bees feel like?
Don’t Fall Through
White fluff
and light
creates
an ocean of clouds
stretching out
to a blue horizon.
A sea of
cotton softness
inviting
sweet sleep.
Shades of Summer
Vibrant colors
splashed with light
summer’s bounty
shining bright
purples sway
and green abounds
filling senses
with buzzing sounds.
The bees are heavy this year. I visit this park often in the summer because they have the most beautiful lavender beds and a public garden that, even with social distancing measures, still thrives and is well tended.
