The Flower Market


 

In bijou bloom shops,

focused bud browsers

bustle about,

fuzzy baskets brushing

between blossom stalls.

Hovering and murmuring

in dancing chats,

Ambrosia is straw sipped

and sap zipped,

in shopping sacks.

With full panniers,

the buzzy market foragers

carefully wing

balanced purchases

to sisters, aunts and nurses.

Flowery pollen for bread,

fine nectar for honey,

jelly for bee babies

humming in the cocoon

of the colonial home.


Sarah Tickle

 


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