A to Z Blog Challenge Meets NaPoWriMo
Theme: It’s the Little Things
April 2, 2015
Bees
Bees are in decline—
we’re told, we know—
except the one that just flew
between my face and the screen,
except the fat one fondling
the rosemary’s blooms,
except the ones fussing the clover
that my dog wants to roll in.
Bed Lam
Trapped in sheets
between dog paws, dog backs,
bodies not my own
envelop, wrap,
a straitjacket of effective design.
Snorts and grunts
assail the peace…
and no place I’d rather be,
escaping, hiding
from lighted, waking life.
Bathe
pummeled by water and violent air
(more!)
stripped of moisture by virulent heat
(more!)
ministered to by healing light
(yes, please!)
hatching anticipation of
deep-kneaded work
(need!)
but
sinking complete
submerging the whole
stretching out full…
the biggest gift is
a tub that fits.
Pushing the Bruise 
AMEN to the tub that fits!!!
Carryl, I *knew* you’d resonate with that tub gift! LOL!
Thank you for these, and for the photos too. Love the doggie bed!
Alas, these days I have a changed relationship with my lavender garden and bees. When I unearthed a nest two autumns ago, I discovered that:
“Wasps, when disturbed, will attack us.
That’s how I learned about anaphylaxis.”
So I give them a wide berth. 🙂
Wasps…no me gusta (which being interpreted means ‘oh hell no!’). I spray wasps with that 20-foot spray.
Fondling the rosemary’s blooms? I love that line. It’s so bee like.
Isn’t it? They’re almost scandalous, out there in public like that. LOL!
oh yes, the tub that fits–heaven indeed
I loved Bed Lam. Hiding from the light in a pile of love. Awesome.