Apiary Poems - Poems about Apiary

...Take my hand,walk with me, Like the light,let me lead you to the farm A music show awaits; Bees humming within the isolated apiary Cows moe in their grazing circles, While sheep's bleat amongst ......Read More

...Let me start without an apology Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture Every second you bee apiece apiary As I fall for your rich honey droop apace Take me to space if you must but never......Read More

...You need a Recording Diary For grabbed answers to enquiry, Diary for retrieving the truth Hands in pocket for chatting with Ruth … Heed not the size of your Diary, It can long notes pack on A......Read More

...FLOWER - FAIRY Frolic Flower-Fairy pretty face festal sleeps on smooth petal on Moonlit night starry. Frolic Flower - Fairy wakes up at dawn. ......Read More

...Mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree on a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day, where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see yellow-jackets minding their own......Read More

...Q: Bees Bees Who Needs Bees, Who Even Needs the Knees of Bees. A: You need bees and I need bees We all need bees to be.......Read More

...As geese slowly cruise around the edge of the pond; small gosling’s hurry to keep up. The first light of the new day begins to peek above the horizon off to the east. A man with his coffee sits u......Read More

...Out there alone in the deep wide sea, Catching some fish I sat, Came around me this busy bee, For a deep down debted chat. Among ~dasvidanyas~ and ~privets~ I gloomed as the chirps do when th......Read More

...Besotted winged pollinators roistering barrage drowned amidst general insectivorous cacophony indistinct auditory signals communicated intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance midwifed ed......Read More

...the old apiary my mind hums with recollections ------------------------------------- Review by Kazuko Nishimura ~ Haiku Masters ~ April 2018 By pairing the photo of......Read More

...In every battle There are colors that paint As the time ticks and The brush strokes Hues are seen Not by the eyes but By the heart that leaps like ghosts. Yellow says yes under the moon's roma......Read More