The Bee Garden Year

Snow drop bells that cannot ring
Crocus cups in early spring,
Daffo- dills in natural drift
Tulips bright, the spirit lift.

Orchard branches creamy white
Promising fruit for winters night,
Cherry blossom, blousy pink,
Cups of nectar for bees to drink.

Summertime, brings roses fair,
Perfumed herbs to scent the air,
Honeysuckle climbs the walls
Jasmine in it’s branches crawls.

Exotic lilies, homely sage,
Grow side by side, as on a page,
Cumfy chair and planting book
Plans to change the garden look.

Daisies sprinkled on the lawn,
Polka dots where grass is shorn,
Shrubs of every colored hue,
Larkspur spire, sways graceful blue.

Runner beans twine round the stick,
Brambles wait to fingers prick,
Nectar flows from our flowers
Gathered by bees in sun and showers

Beeshives buzz, as honey flows
Scented sweetness, golden glows, .
Fruits and berries ready now.
Apples laden on the bough

Upon us now, Autumnal feel,
Naked trees, falling leaves reveal,
Bonfire smoke and harvest done,
Bees are missing summer sun.

Winter time, and flowers are few,
Slumbering under frozen dew,
Holly berries paint the hedge,
Hungry birds hide in the sedge.

The bee garden sleeps, silent n still
Waiting for springtime’s quickening thrill,
The bees are resting from their labor,
Snuggled up to Queen and neighbor.

The yearly cycle never fails,
To fill with honey, many pails,
My bees have flowers by the score,
In the garden I adore..