******* ***** of fluff
with yellow stripes and wings
so distinctive with their bumbling
such particular diminutive things

I sit here in the garden
as shadows fall short of midday
I glance at their aerial wonderment
and a smile comes to my face, on this spring day

I think age is getter the better of me
for I know how long bumble bees live
all that fuss they are worthy to strive
so I write about them, while I'm still alive

I treasure these moments
when the sky is blue and I am happy
yet I know winter will come again
and I will lose sight of my fluffy little friends

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris