In Late Summer
In late summer the trees in our front yard flower.
Our neighbor calls the trees "High Heavens"
because the blossoms and subsequent purple berries reach toward the sky,
and in late afternoon sun take on an ethereal, golden-lavender color.
When the trees blossom they are filled with honeybees going about their honey-
collecting business.
Some days the trees are so filled with bees, when I stand under them
it sounds as if I am standing inside a beehive.
aloft
in the blossoming trees
the bees' hum
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2020
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