Sunday, April 18, 2010


in the garden 
a bee stings a child's nose, 
life's blossom of discovery. 

in the garden 
a daughter plants Dusty Millers 
along a pathway. 

in the garden 
a mother prunes roses, 
ridged thorns, petals perfumed. 

in the garden 
a grandmother sprinkles water on geraniums, 
dusky green, ruby red. 

in the garden 
a bee buzzes solo 
over ground dry and fallow,

searching for a child's 
first blossom. 

Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 

1 comment:

  1. nice one...nice progression as well from bee, to child to mom to grandmom back to bee...