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.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
I'm sorry that you are losing a friend. Seems we are losing people left and right these days. A beautiful verse nonetheless. :)
Thanks, it bee what it bee ;^)
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