Haiku #51

Petals fall like snow
The moon watches from afar
As dreams drift away

blossoms
Art by Hayami Gyoshū — Spring Evening, 1934
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Can you Beelieve it’s Spring?

To celebrate the arrival of spring, I wanted to dedicate a post to bees that miraculously appeared in my life.

Bee on Flower
Bee at the Santa Cruz Arboretum
Bee on Rose
Bee at the San Juan Bautista Mission
Bee on Violet Flowers
Bee at Gamble Garden in Palo Alto

And now for a poem about a special moment I had with a bee…

bee
– photo from underthesink.blogspot.com

A bee flew
onto my windshield,
landed without a sound.
As I thought,
“OMG, it’s a bee,”
its pulsating bottom
kept taunting me,

Beating like a heart,
Was it a sign of love,
or just biology?

Its legs were moving
constantly,
as if it didn’t know
what to do, dancing
on the windshield.

Then the wind
blew him away.
Maybe…
he was injured.

As I contemplated
this moment,
I saw a random truck
run a red light,
making
a left turn
from the straight
middle lane.

We see crazies
in this world.

And life

goes on.