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What were once white blossoms

now tiny tangerines

without discernable scent

but excruciatingly green

have taken with them

sweet citrus balm

and the business of the bees.

Comments

[me]

Hey, it's Poetry Month for a few more hours--so here's a poem.

Carol

[Paula]

and this is sweet, Carol.

[Shisa]

The business of the bees!
Wish I had written that! :)

A beauty of a poem.

Shisa

[rangerteper]

This, Carol, is simply exquisite. It needs very badly to go on the Postcards blog.

RT