Thursday, February 27, 2020

Bug A Boo

Honey bees,
lick the acid from the trees.

I see,
unseen,
scenes.

You feel,
unfair,
phantasm.

Flittering flowers,
flutter away.

Pensive ladybugs,
get snug in their rugs.

Goodbye spring.

Hello cold.




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