Submitted by Sinclair Andruska
As the bees buzz in harmony,
The sun glistens on peonies dew
White picket fenced streets, and
25 orange trees, all in their youth
The cool summer breeze calls
To anything willing to listen
Tall trees guide your path
You’ll no sooner miss them
They lead to the Garden
Where reality drifts away
Roses blush at first sight,
Pondering quietly, what you’ll say
Time in the Garden, where everything grows
Bees buzz around, yet nobody knows.
Photo credit: Edouard Cortes – Chemin Sous Bois
Vita Brevis Press. 
So nice
I love it! Your style is refreshing.
A lovely poem. I could hear the buzzing of the bees and feel the cool summer breeze on my face. I love it when a poem is so well written that I can actually smell scents, hear the sounds and feel the emotions as I read. Well done sir!.
Really wonderful poem! Loved the way you made being in the garden so enjoyable!! Super graphic!
Chuck
Such a pleasant and lovely read.
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