PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
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 IÂ was there the other day bagging a leaf mold harvest where the sycamore shook itself like a dog and even without saffron robes…
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