Little Bee

LITTLE BEE©

Little Bee, little Bee,

Buzzing around the Silk Floss tree,

A feast of pink blooms to pollinate -

Your frenzied energy invigorates

The quiet morning air.

Now laden with pollen,

You hastily retreat

To your hive which beckons,

In a hollow, a tree – somewhere discreet.

Ever the worker, your work is never done,

The collection of pollen, for now, is complete.

You consolidate with your co-workers under the sun,

Creating the sweetest golden honey for everyone!

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.