Sunday, April 4, 2021

Forshaken

Forshaken

In full bloom arrayed
Bidding my time for the bee
I swayed in the summer breeze
Hoping he would notice me

Nectar in me for he, the Bumble Bee
Decked out and fragrant was I
But the bee disdained my troth
And left me wanting to die

My short stay spans less than a year
My beauty is fading fast
Still until the winter frost bites
Shall this cruel betrayal last

First published in Kuensel(1998)

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