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!