Humming Field

By P.L. FrederickA field, warm
          bubbles over
round red clover
          singing song,
          greenleaf song,
          winding wood airs
transparent wings
          zig over zag
          under bloom,
animal stripes
          land the open
          blossom, pad
          across long-shag
six percussion
          toes thrum against
          living carpet
one honey bee
          her brown body
          a living hum
a humdinger
          of a hum.

Comments

B said…
Thanks for stopping by my blog!

have a great week end

B:0
Michael Colvin said…
Cool poem!

Thanks for stopping by!
Rick Rockhill said…
humdinger of a hum...I like that line.
Sid Leavitt said…
Yes, it is spring as I remember it from my youth, and you have captured it. I wonder how many kids today are sitting at computer screens rather than among the clover, watching the bees.
Anonymous said…
Fascinating, evocative, and utterly wonderful!

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