Friday, 18 April 2014

And The Bees Are Glad




A cataclysm of luminous gaiety
gilds the lea with joy -
I smile -
my heart is stilled and warmed

Like the languid sun that hides
behind fair weather clouds
I am weakened in awe

But my spirit has risen
with the spring wind
and taken flight

And the bees are glad
©Rose

14 comments:

  1. Field of oil seed rape are always cheering :)

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    1. I can't say I'm a fan of the oil though the flowers are brilliant :)

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  2. I bet those bees are glad!
    Wow...what a privilege to have your beautiful, talented Spirit for company.
    This is wonderful, Rose.:)

    Happy Easter xxx

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    1. Thank you Ygraine, I do think they were glad about the abundance of
      beautiful flowers I doubt that my talent is anything to buzz about, hehe :)

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  3. I shall borrow your words
    *my heart is stilled and warmed'
    by your lovely poem.

    Loved it, Rose
    x

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  4. But should we be as industrious as the bees, we might not notice, as is our purpose.

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    1. Yes, we do have to take time to smell the roses don't we :)

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  5. Your delicate poem has risen my spirit, dear Rose, thanks!
    I love the image full of luminous gaiety and I can understand why the bees are glad.
    A hug.
    :)

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  6. And I am glad that your spirit has risen too dear Dulcina, hugs xx

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