A bee, drunk with nectar,
Dusted with pollen, rests
Entangled in the fragrant arms of The Rose.
A moment of stillness
In the eternal dance of
Seduction and procreation.
Eternal Dance
A bee, drunk with nectar,
Dusted with pollen, rests
Entangled in the fragrant arms of The Rose.
A moment of stillness
In the eternal dance of
Seduction and procreation.
Misty Ridge Musings 
Beauty, Eros, Nature ! And… Color !
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Damn, You got me again.
Edward Rice Artist http://www.edwardriceart.com Instagram: @edwardriceart
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Terrif Post! Your Gifts of Poetry and Imagery always reveal insights into the True Nature of Nature: Flora and Fauna in their Dance together.
(yes bees, like us humans, are fauna too, as your writing alludes)
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Wow…this is perfection.
I’m so glad I read and viewed it.
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