The honeybee sets out each morning,
A sole worker with a craving
For the sweet nectar.
The hive can only thrive
When the collective work together.
Her day’s task is at hand
And she visits her first flower.
Drunk on its sweet nectar,
She is seduced.
And the sweet rose is the only flower
She will visit on this day’s journey.
The rose’s branches entwine
and climb up a pole.
Up and up.
The honeybee has found her bounty,
And whether conscious or drunk,
She has made her way back home
At the workday’s end.
Who knows the mystery of what
Tomorrow’s flower may be.
Perhaps a dandelion,
Tonight she is where she belongs.
Remember the scent of the lilacs.
How the air just embodied their aroma
and drifted it into the windows
into my lungs.
Remember when they were teeny tiny buds.
How 5-year old Lilly marveled at their small size.
Little purple bumps bursting from the green.
Remember the Easter lilies
and this was the first year
I got so low to the ground
I could actually smell them for the first time.
Remember the towering orange iris.
Remember the hearty rosebush.
Remember the mimosa tree that
once stood proud, colorful and fragrant.
Now an empty shell.
The weakened trunk sways with a gentle push.
Remember the dogwood’s white blossoms
and Lilly called the neighbor’s pink blossoms
“flower snow” as they fell
and covered the ground in small piles of soft pink.
Remember the woodpecker, the cardinal,
the new birds that decided to stop by for a visit.
Remember the bunny rabbit, like Old Faithful,
arrives around dinner time
looking for her evening meal as well.
Remember the hawk perched on top
of the playset as a squirrel huddled
and hid under the child’s chair
unmoving and the hawk ever patient.
Remember the blue jays that harassed
and chased that hawk away
and the squirrel that timidly crawled
commando style and lived another day.
Remember the sweet breeze from the ocean
even reaching here not so close to the shore
and how I marveled at the salty refreshing air.
Remember the first kiss.
The special rock overlooking the bay
and our life began together.
Remember that tender beginning love
is still here under the surface.
A beloved memory but always here in my heart.