Tag: bees

sleepy heads

it goes to the head a purple hued perfumery not lascivious lilac or violets in the shade but hot lavender trails for devoted bees do they seem somewhat serene after supping ? or is all this aromatherapy mythtaken? a sort of lisping grasp of…

the shrouded garden

silence sinks it feet in ground plants itself humble in the words (da Costa) There is a garden that enshrouds you I was there the other day bagging a leaf mold harvest where the sycamore shook itself like a dog and even without saffron robes…

Pray Silence

Picture the sound of a thousand colonies abandoned by bees battlefields when cannons cease the ever after rest in peace of the deceased unearthly quiet or imagine the sound of dialogue intoning on deaf ears – not dumb adage but muted gasps of language white noise and a pulsing lub-dub of internal baggage deathly quiet…