Bumblebee

My hawk's loud greeting echoes through the sky

As songbirds weave their springtime melodies

The mind subdued I feel out of me fly

My soul among the flowers and the trees.

There are times when we are showered with earth's gifts

And even in the darkness see the light,

A streaking star the mortal spirit lifts

As we perceive the world with second sight.

Fragrance of rhododendrons in the glade,

The great magnolia chalices held high,

The violet and columbine in shade

Whisper secrets of eternity.

My eyes are drawn to beauty and I sigh

As night falls softly bringing day to close,

One final blessing seen in passing by,

A bumblebee asleep within a rose.