Summer
This article reprinted from the John T Unger Weblog. The original article can be found online:
http://www.igotnozen.com/2005/10/summer.html
© 2008, John T Unger
Bees as thick as honey
on the blossoms of the apple,
three & four deep to each flower.
It must taste sweet.
Mumbling a harmony
they have built their nest
near blossoms now sonorous
with the hymn of their wings.
Even with the windows closed
the sound of their industry
shakes my shack,
roaring
through the walls.
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