Flying Through Orchids

Flying bloom to bloom,
but no mere dance this faultless path.
You favour puple,
so it seems.
Clover, thistle, orchid, no dream-like drift this bustling march.
In each quick kiss no flower touched twice,
no frantic frenzy,
"keep on, keep on" your gentle buzzing seems to say.
Until, pushing through an orchids sweet embrace,
head buried in the blooms,
Your tiny heart
quietly
ceases
to beat...

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I loved this piece thank you for sharing.


The Orchid is a lovely flower my husbands
favorite flower and I think of him
when I see one mine is the red rose but I love
all flowers.


This was very lovely and peaceful read
I felt I was there in the fields.


Take care Benita