Monday, October 19, 2020


The bees are busy gathering what pollen they can glean
From faded, blossom bearing weeds that yesterday were green
But news received this morning of a dying childhood friend
Reminds me just how rapidly this wondrous life can end
And there beside the brush a milkweed vomits fluffy seeds
That disappear upon the wind much like our earthly deeds.


Shirley said...

I'm sorry that you are losing a friend. Seems we are losing people left and right these days. A beautiful verse nonetheless. :)

rch said...

Thanks, it bee what it bee ;^)