Telling of the Bees   1 comment

For the Weasleys…

Lie in the grass, beneath the murmuring fervor;
The bustling mumbling movement harkens to your blood.
It’s easier to dam the river when it’s in full flood.

The endless humming of a million-million wings,
The sour sweetening tang above your head,
These things remain unbroken if the news is spread.

Catch your breath and wait; sun upon your cheeks is shining.
Marvel at the peace when buzzing thrums,
And know, deep in your heart, tomorrow comes.

Though nearby days will not be lived with ease,
Recovery nears with telling of the bees.

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Posted July 28, 2014 by veggiewolf in Poetry, Storytelling

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One response to “Telling of the Bees

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  1. I love the rhythm and the way each line falls into the next. Glad I stumbled!

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