oh, how I miss thee, bumble bee
buzzing from bloom to bloom
in my Azalea garden
once so plentiful
you freighted me
now I only see one
or two of thee
I miss the sunny days of
your sweet flight
child playing
husband swatting
he had a fear of bumble bees
your darting and humming flight
mirthful guy, precious child,
delightful bees, I miss thee
Poem written for a prompt from Robert Brewer
at Writer’s Digest. The prompt was to write an
insect poem. Photo is of my now late husband,
my now adult daughter, and me as a young woman.
Poem and photography by Sabra Bowers
Later, Miss Slater 
Perfect poem for those of us yearning for the fresh days of spring! I can see and hear those bumblebees now 🙂
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Thanks, Kathy, so can I. I honestly only saw two bumble bees this past spring. I felt so sad. There used to be hundreds in our yard when Dana was young. Here’s to spring and a sojourn or two.
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Beautiful Sabra! love the images you provided and the sweet aroma of the memories….Love your writing…..
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Thank you so much, Donna. I love your phrase “sweet aroma of the memories.” 🥰
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Loved your poem. I, too, miss bees and butterflies. I am honoured you’ve chosen to follow my blog and shall be regularly checking in on yours as well.
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Thank you so much! I look forward to seeing your posts. Here’s to bees, butterflies, frogs, and blogs.
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