fruit and flower
contours touch as they coalesce -
bees dip their tongues
This is a bit cheerier than the poem I was writing earlier about the external noise the road work crew were making this morning.
So happy I went outside to the back garden with my coffee and stood in awe at how the morning glories are co-mingling with the apples, and how the bees are breakfasting.
ahh! The final days of August.