a poem about the tiny creatures we often miss
Walking sticks, June bugs,
Bumble bee, Wooly Bears
all came out to play
and when the streetlights
at last were lit
the fireflies lit the way.
The June bugs, in droves,
in whispering swarms
slapped against our chests
emerald green-backed and shining,
the airborne jewels in summer vests.
Where have all the June bugs gone?
Wooly Bears sauntered by one-by-one
we didn’t touch them as they rolled
laborious slow and steady, with hiding
faces, these solitary mysteries unfold.
Oh Wooly Bear, please come
out to play once more.
Walking sticks, box turtle, sage-shaded mantis
and the creepy-singing “whooo whooo whooo”
that rose from the woods behind us
telling secrets that sailed out over the garden
plump with cucumber, tomato, corn stalks, melon.
Daddy Long legs often skittered by
climbing on spindly silent legs,
with tiny black dot bulbous eyes
they crept on silent dregs.
Now, sadly gathered elsewhere
on distant dream, searching
for more of their kind.
Perhaps the June-bugs hide there too
in this grassy hidden plane
where creatures gather
to speak of when their numbers
had not yet begun to wane.
They worry over summers
that no longer look the same,
of the children no longer twirling
in grass with magical dreams.
Bumble bee, I beg you, do not go away.
I plant my flowers one-by-one
enticing you to stay.
Our earth is not the same for you
but your plump colors light our way
I miss you singing nectar-dreams., oh please
Forgive us, we have lost our way.
Thank you for reading Nectar Dreams, a poem inspired by my love for the tiny creatures and the joy they brought to my childhood. I hope you will read more of my poetry!
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