Backyard Disco

For the Midweek Motif at Poets Unite – Dance.  I was really into Disco in the 1970’s.  Gay Pride and free dancing were all born in the discos.

Backyard Disco
“Up above my head I hear music in the air that makes me know there’s a party somewhere” – The Trammps, Disco Inferno

Bees go back and forth in
weaving do-si-dos,
butterflies soar and dip,
hummingbirds hover and then zip!
it is a disco inferno in my back yard –
how the creatures dance
and make me dance too

Back Home

For Magaly’s Prose Pantry with the theme Away From Home. And under 313 words.  I did under 250 words.

Back Home
“It is a big world, full of things that steal your breath and fill your belly with fire…But where you go when you leave isn’t as important as where you go when you come home.” – Lindsay Eagar, Hour of the Bees

As much as I love adventure and new things, the thing I like best about being away from home is coming home. I love sleeping in my own bed with my toys and cats around me. The familiar sounds of family moving about the house, fixing breakfast, doing laundry, cleaning, talking and laughing, the comfortable smells. I still feel that way. I have travelled the world over and had a hell of a time doing it. Late nights on the Ginza, early mornings riding in Hyde Park letting the horse have its head, sucking up a bowl of stone grounds grits with sun yellow butter in Charleston, sneaking into a restaurant kitchen in Philadelphia and helping wash dishes.   But again, I like returning home the best.

I sit on my back porch with an espresso looking at the bees going to and from their hive. I wonder if they feel the same. A busy day of pollen gathering sometimes miles away. I wonder if they enjoy getting back in their hive and sleeping. The hawks that drift in the sky, butterflies floating, the cicada that burrows up through the dirt to trundle about the ground, his belly tymbals opening up and beating quickly for his would-be mate. Even the sun returns among the stars to sleep.

 

Haibun: Bees

Haibun: Bees
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” Emily Dickinson

I began keeping bees last year. I wanted to be sure because it is quite a commitment. I have one hive but it is a busy one! A typical hive takes visiting about two million flowers a season to produce one pound of honey. I often sit on my back steps watching them going back and forth, in and out of flowers. I keep clover blooming from late winter to late autumn. It is a labor of love with me. Listening to their somnolent hum, their burying themselves in flowers and coming out covered with pollen. Interestingly, they do not destroy their source of pollen as humans destroy their source of anything in the natural world. And I must confess, I am allergic to bee stings!
bee staggers drunk –
sipped sweetness day long
and slept well all night

Bells

For Susie’s prompt at Real Toads, day 18 of NAPOWRIMO: Bells and flowers

Bells
The bee collects honey from flowers in such a way as to do the least damage or destruction to them, and he leaves them whole, undamaged and fresh, just as he found them. Saint Francis de Sales

Flower bells silently ring in the
soft spring breeze.
Bees busily climb in and out
emerging yellow with pollen.
Lily of the vally,
Campanula in shades of
Sky, rose, cloud –
Late blooming narcissus with
their tiny tea cup blooms
and honey sweet fragrance.
Across the yard floats
The sound of cardinals,
their bell-like tones
filling the air with music –
calling the creatures to come,
Worship spring.

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Z-Z-Z-Z

Clover blooms – drowsy

Fragrance entices bees to

Nap in snow white beds.

 

I breathe deeply of

clean sweet perfume.  My eyes droop.

I drift on bee’s wings.

 

 

 

 

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