Day 480 of the daily new poems. Our poet Lynn White listens to the first sounds of Spring.
Spring dreams
I close my eyes
and listen
to the first sounds
of Spring.
Hear the bees fly past
and feel their warm settling
when sometimes they alight on me
as if they wish to examine
this strange creature,
this lone interloper
in their world.
I open my eyes
when I feel them
so that I can admire
their beauty
and strangeness
before they move on,
flying
or crawling,
off to make their honey
they leave me alone again.
Lynn White
First published in Impspired Issue 10 and Anthology 5, April 2021