Interlude:

The flowers are full of bees late in the day when the sun dips low in the sky.

 

 

The bees are frantic for twilight nectar, and the whole raft of flowers vibrates with their work.

 

 

I sit in the shade nearby, knitting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[kmkat]

The picture of you knitting near the buzzing bees and the flowers in the evening light -- such an image of calm and contentment.

[kelli ann]

What a poem!