ITINERANT BEE
DUTIFULLY PROCURING
SCENT OF A THOUSAND FLOWERS.
-Kate Alsbury
BUZ, BUZ, BUZ
BUZ, BUZ, BUZ--SAYS THE GREAT BUZZING BEE.
GO AWAY BUTTERFLY--THIS FLOWER IS FOR ME.
WHY? WHY? WHY? SAYS THE LITTLE BUTTERFLY,
IF YOU MAY SIT ON THIS FLOWER, WHY MAY'NT I?
-Clara Doty Bates
SURROUNDED BY HEAT
THE BATTLE WON AT SUNDOWN
SLOW DAYS IN THE SHADE.
-Kate Alsbury
THE TREES SHIVER
GOLDEN SHAFTS
BURN THE LAST FROST
FROM WILLOWED BLADES.
-Kate Alsbury
WILD GEESE WRITE A LINE
FLAP-FLAPPING ACROSS THE SKY
COMICAL DUTCH SCRIPT
-Soin
IN THESE DARK WATERS
DRAWN UP FROM MY FROZEN WELL
GLITTERING OF SPRING
-Ringai
PUFFY GRAY BLANKET
BRINGS A MORNING RAINSHOWER
WE ALL HAVE A BATH
-Kate Alsbury
Get in touch: @land_alliance on Twitter or email save.the.tierra@gmail.com.