My garden draws me into its minute details
derails my attempts to prevail with straight lines
or orderly arrangements, continually demanding
my engagement. The weeds are overgrown into
the path again. The bees, butterflies, biting ants
demonstrate business just like me, finding
sustenance in the flowers until their last hours.
The dragon breathes her last gusts of fire into
the approaching winter. She will hibernate
with the first frost and I too will curl up and dream.
There’s a lot of activity at the end of October in this Marigold bush.
Busy bees in the blooming Dragonbreath flowers.
I planted a seed pack of pansies in the spring. Now I have pansy bushes and busy bees.
It was me and the bees busy while the wind made music for us.
The Carolina Jasmine buzzes all day, the sound of continuously working bees.