Reply to Fly (a response to Emily Dickenson)

Remember the lady?
A large-brimmed hat, a pink silk flower
Who came into our meadow bower?
I, drunk on fall aster and black-eyed susans
Fell asleep on her hat,
Woke up in heaven!

Orchids in the alley,
Air so heavy with sweet perfume
I could scarcely fly.
The hat is finally deaded home, and so am I.

It won't be long
I'll hear Frog's song.
Our springtime arbor so alive,
Wild lupines on the hill,
Lilacs, heavy with nectar still,
My own dear hive.

I'll tell you all when you I see.
Your best and oldest friend,
The Bee

Summer, Love and You

I see you, in the shadows,
With the love-light shining in your eyes.
I hear you as you whisper
That you love me, love me do.
And I'll always love the moonlight
For it reminds me
Of summer, love and you.

Oh, the breezes rippled the waters deep
And stirred the moonlight on your hair

Through the years, I'll remember
How the roses gave such sweet perfume.
And our love, twice as fragrant,
Though the words we spoke were few.
and I'll always love the moonlight
For it reminds me
Of summer, love and you.