Long Bee balm Poems

She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon

Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.

Walking behind...

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There’s a place in the Blue Ridge.
Where the mountain faces Tennessee.
It escapes detection and is accessible
only through childish reverie.

By all children who in their thoughts
and dreams of feelings not forgot.
Their young minds clouded in mystery
of...

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Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.

Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I...

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at the break of dawn
a  Hummingbird starts his rounds
 Morning Glory sought

flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot

the Don Juan of birds 
sucking nectar from Beardtongue. . . 
drunk on French...

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When first freed from mother's skirt, still arrayed in white,
dew kissed, peach sweet, blush cored, I dove into
love,  Persephone pierced; where ox-eyed daisies grew
within a field abreast a Roman ... in daylight.
Dry merlot overcast...

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The rooster led his harem forth
into the garden for a party
There they would dine from mother earth
Aphids on roses, worms they ate harty

Queen Ann's lace was laced with caterpillars
And rolly pollies ate Day Lilies' leaves
Biddies...

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My mom was quite an all flower expert.
oh yes, she knew all those long Latin names;
I sighed- so to English she did revert.
Grow we whispered-  to all those flower dames!
High, high they would...

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Butterfly leads my eye to other marvels
Marigold laughs, seeing my interest
I walk to the bee balm and visit with the bumblers
They are in a frenzy, competing for pollen

My yard is fully alive in June
Dragonflies nearly...

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How can something be so good?
Yet forgotten!
Fragrances that call,
Attention to her beauty
Growing in the wild.
As we pass her by,
Without a care,
Or a second glance,
Not knowing the benefits,
She brings,
Edible flower and leaves,
Soothing in hot water,
Drinking or...

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Tomorrow brings the blue bird's song
Hand painted clouds at sunrise
Hummingbirds humming over red bee balm
Bumblebees buzzing with butterflies

Hand painted clouds at sunrise
That very first smile of the day
Bumblebees buzzing with butterflies
Laughing at work and at...

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"Unfold the days of spring sunshine 
and the awe of black and gold velvet wings of happiness." Quote by poet


The amber broad horizon runs over the countryside
While nascent painted pattern clouds open up wide.

A little...

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