Bees Bow the Lavender Poem by Judith Skillman

Bees Bow the Lavender

Rating: 3.5


These the last before colony collapse
sip as when I am no one
and the Romantic era descends with dusk.
Black-bodied, helmeted green
against stems that bob slightly
for a grief-stricken woman
who has emptied herself of sweetness.

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Judith Skillman

Judith Skillman

Syracuse, New York
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