Then there was the alternative last line for those of a delicate disposition. 'Hears bumble bee's hum.' My apple tree is in bloom and so is the crab apple a hundred yards away. Now all we need is a bit of warmth so the bees can get pollinating.
Oh I do like this blend of lyricism with irreverance... keeping it real. That trembling pink flower getting ravished by a fat-bummed bee. She's exposed to the rain but he is up to his stripes in her. What a delightful poem Tracey. Well done on its simplicity carrying complexity.
Hi Twilight, LOL...he looks like he is digging for gold....
we are looking at mother nature at her best...you can't say he didn't give his all...LOL...very nicely written sweet lady...and I sooooo love this picture...love your poem...love you....Twosocks....xxoo
Very creative five/seven/five, at first I scratched my head. But then a minute later, it made me laugh. The presentation is perfect, and maybe I am off base here but I think a little "naught" is going on here. Good luck in the contest.
Lol! What a hilarious picture! I wonder is the bee so fatigued, he fell asleep in the flower? Loved your wonderful imagination to turn this picture into a fun poem complete with the personification of the flower.