a summer walk
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a summer walk,
bumblebee,
fototudes,
naquillity,
pollen,
teasel
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I'm adrift in a weeded community looking up to the blue sky, cotton white clouds. I feel a cool, summer breeze wash my face. A tick climbs from this forest of color I'm immersed in and latches to my thigh like a child to a tree.
Walking with the sun to my left shoulder now. I've turned to see a salted bumblebee on a partially bloomed teasel. Its tasting purple sweetness along its circumference. I've bent down to meet the bumblebee on its clockwise rotation, closing this chasm between us. It engages me for a moment before continuing its work beneath the midday sun.
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9 comments:
I love that you noticed and included the bee...perfect..
You write very descriptive prose, like poetry, it seems. Keep it up!
Except for the tick, that sounds perfect. Great shot, I love the bee (as long as it's not near me).
lovely, bees are wonderful creatures, so glad you enjoyed meeting this one!
I like this!
The color of chicory is one of my favorites, and I have tried several times to get it started here, but can't make it go. It grows along the road everywhere. (but here)
This post is a beautiful poem. Ahhh... I see gigi has said the same thing. You have a gift with words.
Wonderful photo...and I do hope all is well with you.
What a beautiful image of mother nature. Even a tick has its place.
A beautiful photo and nice, descriptive writing.
Tonight I watched bees buzzing around our jasmine in the garden.
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