The whole of my efforts have been,
as they say,
for the bush outside my house.
For whom are you strobing?
In tiny white and yellow flowers,
there, then gone, and then there again.
Whose bud refuse no way farer,
hermit bees meander,
suckle, and depart in good conscience.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
The whole of my efforts have been,
as they say,
for the bush outside my house.
For whom are you strobing?
In tiny white and yellow flowers,
there, then gone, and then there again.
Whose bud refuse no way farer,
hermit bees meander,
suckle, and depart in good conscience.
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