Look at the dormant summer noon
Drowsing by the pregnant tree
And lulled to his vision of the moon
By a wandering honey bee
Whose songs are so sweet and subdued
Like a score of apples waiting in
A cluster
Not knowing when they will be plucked
So they, too, hung on a sleeper’s specter.
© LazharBouazzi, TUNISIA
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Look at the dormant summer noon
Drowsing by the pregnant tree
And lulled to his vision of the moon
By a wandering honey bee
Whose songs are so sweet and subdued
Like a score of apples waiting in
A cluster
Not knowing when they will be plucked
So they, too, hung on a sleeper’s specter.
© LazharBouazzi, TUNISIA
