Morning Walk - Rewrite

I walk a field where flowers yield sweet pollen to the bees; their fragrance sweet, I feel complete, and drop down to my knees. Humbly, I smell what blossoms tell, whispering discreetly. The petals kiss my cheek with bliss, giving blush quite sweetly. Bees gather round, and now I've found I must be on my way; but, keep the stings and gift me wings... just like those bees at play. Catie Lindsey 9/10/12 ********************************* Morning Walk I walk the field where flowers surrender releasing sweet nectar to hungry bees; with fragrance so pure my heart does render, giving way to respectful knees. Every blossom inflames stale idle air delivering a scent ever light and rare. Petals brush my cheeks with delight as kisses of fresh aroma ignite. Bees assemble round the colorful bloom I quickly retreated; gave them some room. The playful bees can keep their stings and drink the gift that nature brings. Caryl Muzzey 2012 Sixth Place Winner ~ “(Re-write One of My Poems)” Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey Nov. 5, 2012