Bee Bopping on Zinnias

Zinnias are easy on Allergies...

There are golden and black Bees that travel 

the seven seasons to sip nectar from bright 

colorful Zinnias... 

They dance a two-step razz ma tazz Jazz   

over Petal dresses twirling in the breeze   

Choreographed by Cecil B. DeMille... 

European Robins fly through storms of 

turmultous winds to watch the entourage 

of Springtime in the Rockies... 

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a poem that's literally dancing with spunky wordplay & visuals! I couldn't have had more fun reading a poem! Thanks for serving up toasty spicy springtime sashays while I grumble thru near-frosty morns in a peeve! But yesterday afternoon was 80-ish & I started to feel that crazy tumbling romance of spring, as depicted in your poem. Damn near thought about getting buck naked since I've acclimatized to a very low temp so 80* makes me sweat! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... you are like a Bumble Bee 🐝 that is frisky and loves to buzz up against 💐 flowers... Nature creatures have year around protection on their bodies; however, we were created to weather some seasons with our own ways for warmth. In the Summer when the temp is 80 and above we linger in the Breeze of a Sycamore and perhaps tie a branch of Leaves here and there. Of course when the “Cotton Gin” was invented by Eli Whitney and the seeds were removed from the Cotton balls... we were able to be modest in the Hot weather. Then Sheep grew so much Wool and we sheared the Sheep to keep warm in Winter. I learned “spunky wordplay” from you. How sweet it is to be Care-free... and playful.
Gently, Pat

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful write and beautiful expression as the images come alive within your words ;-}

[Poetic Beauty]

I aboard love this dance of the bees. Zipping from flower to flowers. It’s an everyday thing in the warmer months but this really made me smile

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Beauty... lovely to know this poem made you smile. Bees 🐝 do dance among the flowers... the softness of the Petals with dew drops must be refreshing... tenderly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

I love watching bees buzzing around

[Patricia Wedel]

And they love 💕 you buzzing around...

[Fran Marie]

Spring has sprung
in this delightful
poem I can feel
a whole lot of
bee boopin' and razz
ma taz going on
a fun read for sure
spring is in the air
and the sun is shining

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Fran... Fuzzy Bumble Bees are busy and the Queen Bee 🐝 like most Women make sacrifices, but that’s another poem. Thanks for buzzing by and Happy beginning of Spring. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

happy springtime
to you dear Pat ..

[Dave Brown]

Our bees don't make it through the winter here, but this year we were adopted by two Larch which are rare, very shy and have a lovely song
Enjoying your poems

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... is there a Bird named “Larch”?
When I googled “Larch” it is a Plant or flower. Did you mean to say “Lark”, such as “Meadow Lark” ? Thank you. gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

Pat, it is even worse than that!!!!
The bird I'm referring to is the 'Thrush' which is about the same size as a small Robin
Love this getting old type of thing
Enjoy your day

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Dave... getting older is like being a Persimmon... we get Sweeter as we Ripen...
I love the Thrush... some are grey and white with black spots here in the USA. I wrote a poem or two about them in the past ... I will send it to you if I find one of them. gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

👌 .

[Betty Hermelee]

I love this poem; I feel like dancing and singing to it. I love too that you are so knowledgeable about birds and their behaviors. This poems just rolls along with stunning images. YAY Pat! More, More!!!
Thanks for sharing, always
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... Spring always has us dancing 💃 among the flowers with a Song in our heart... it is amazing how many Colorful Birds fly to and fro all over the World. They are messengers of tweets and sweet songs.
gently, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Another gem from your pen, Pat. There’s a spring in your steps as we follow nature’s best.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Andrew... what I like about poetry is that a poem can encompass many years of learning about music 🎶 and romantic overtures that roll off our Pen like waves in the Ocean with Seagulls laughter. I appreciate your charming words. gently, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Very cute poem about bees. I've always liked bees!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear JungLee... lovely to read your review. The Bees are our best friend. gently, Pat

[NotUsinganymore]

Thank you you are welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. I love watching nature. The world of nature is amazing to see. I loved how you described the bees and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... as tears fall from clouds tinted with rose colored sunsets glow ...
we hear the music 🎶 of an Angels Choir
welcoming us to love everlasting. Lovely to read your words. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. A warm day in Michigan and I always enjoy your work.

[Chris Shaw]

Spring is in the air and with it comes warmth and the hope of love. Not only did I have wonderful visuals of bees hovering over pink zinnias seeking the next dance, but I also saw lambs frolicking in green fields in the sunshine. Thank you Pat for the blessings your uplifting poetry brings.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Chris... Love that song, "Mairzy Doats". Mares eat oats and Does eat oats, and little Lambs eat Ivy. A Kid'll eat Ivy too, wouldn't you?" Lambs frolicking in green fields in the sunshine would heal the sad souls.
tenderly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

Nothing like watching a late summer bumble bee clumsily waltz around the garden.

Wonderful write, Pat:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... love your endearing review. I have learned to love and appreciate Bees, since I learned that without them, we would not have many of the fruits and flowers we so desperately need. Their "sting" is for protection... just as we may protect ourself from time to time. Quite extraordinary to think of Bees dancing a Waltz around the Garden.
Looking forward to early and late Summer. tenderly, Pat