Bumble Rumble Hive Jive
There is a bumble rumble
off in the bramble ramble jumble
with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble,
flowers perched in fading colors reds and browns
as summer welcomes winter to town
and autumn begins to shut life down;
the buzz feed hums in less quiet gatherings
upon the petals of seedling jabberings
where moth and butterfly are now scattering;
the filibuster clusters in hive jive
store combs of honey to survive
and keep the queen protected and alive;
the working drones tightly huddle
their demanding queen to cuddle
pressed around to warm and snuggle;
and every flutter and wing shiver
promises more warmth to deliver
against the snow and cold of winter bitter;
this is the humble bumble's inner blossom
securing honey of flower nectar and pollen
their worker drone waggle dance most solemn,
preparing their bumble rumble quiet ensemble of autumn.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment