Rose-of-Sharon
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
The stripped bees creep
Their black bottoms wiggle
As they seep in the sweet nectar
The black swallowtail butterfly
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
Stays but a fraction of a second
A quick drink before fluttering away
Alighting from branch to branch
The ruby throated hummingbird seeks
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
A little ambrosia from each
The blossoms are tired and few this year
Yet the visitors are many and eager
I wonder that there is nectar enough
In the blooms of the Rose-of-Sharon
What a lovely reflection on the rose of sharon! I have a couple of huge ones and this year they were very prolific. And yes, all of that wildlife hovering and savoring – it’s quite a sight to behold (and, in the case of bees and hummers, to hear). Thank you for painting this lovely word-picture.
Thank you!
I could see the softness of the flower when reading your poem. You bring joy to beauty with your words! Love it!