Wednesday, 16 April 2025

Clair de lune

 Day Sixteen




Shades of nocturne in
how tiny bee feet negotiate
the cherry blossom.
Delicate notes on ivory.

An economy of calm, filling hearts
like pollen baskets.
A quiet garden, growing.
Stem and stamen swaying.

Here, the refrain.
The low-slung apple-tone
in a cloud of minor keys.
A memo in fading fermata.

But - for now - a crescendo
of thriving life glistening;
holly-blue wind-rippled sun
Dappling shade about the tadpoles.

A heralding wren pips,
Hanabi translated means fire-flower.
Inflorescence fanfares
in my purple-flaming umbel heart.

In taking flight, 
the bee gratefully 
applauds her feet upon the petals.






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