a monarch, a bee
coexist,
unexpectedly,
feasting
freely atop
the last garden
gift,
a faded field
thistle
bleached white
by the sun.
now
harmony in
purpose,
with flutter and
buzz, they
savor and
sip,
each hurriedly
hoarding their
treasures
warmed hot
by the sun
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
