Foxgloves Poem by Phil Soar

I love the foxgloves invitations
Flowers with an entrance of hope
Keeping the sugary nectar for its visitors
Yet managing to keep its beauty
Until all is spent
And then setting up the next generation
With thousands of seeds
Perpetuating more
And just sitting watching this spectacle
Pleases me so
They are my relaxation
Though bees would probably not agree
As they extend their visits
Until there knees tremble under the weight
and all is gone.
Foxgloves
One of my favorites.
How I love them, as a bee.