For me it’s emerging
from my hibernation cave
a stretch, sniff of the air,
walking around, delighted
that I can go out and about.
I would have loved to be
a bumblebee, flitting from
flower to flower, nosing in
collecting nectar to transform
Into lovely honey.
Living from day to day
I haven’t done much
planning, yet I have filled my
days. Time has zoomed by.
Yesterday I wanted to hug my
generous, thoughtful neighbour
who had bought us a pot
Of pansies, bedding plants,
mostly purple.
Reminds me of the poem
called ‘Warning’
by Jenny Jones.
Orangeblossom
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