tiny fragile cups
rays of light that reach the heart
pink dizzy with bees
here in the southwest
forsythia stretches her yellow arms
around the sleepy hillsides.
daffodils nod in the breeze as iris cast purple
into the flowering mix of
springs first curtsy.
you lie in wait for their arrival
and it is a shared sigh of relief
when they appear.
but when the manzanita blooms;
it's like stumbling on a prayer
whispered to the wind.
such tiny blossoms could easily be missed-
but there are thousands of them
and together
filled with the drone of bees
something so fragile,
so fragrant, so filled with light
awakens miracles.
xo
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This is oh so beautiful Rebecca! How I love the manzanita, and these tiny pink cups fill my soul with such delight! Add to that the drone of bees, and I want to stretch out beneath and slip into the world of dreams and hope and the magic and miracle of such beauty! XOXOXOXO
Posted by: Lea | April 14, 2016 at 10:55 PM
My world is filled with light blue and the flutter of many hearts.
Posted by: Annie | April 14, 2016 at 11:39 PM
I love the idea of dizzy bees. Drunk on the fresh spring nectar and pollen. Makes me dizzy just thinking about it...oh no, that is just my allergies kicking in. ;)
Posted by: Lisa at Greenbow | April 15, 2016 at 03:29 AM
It's good to be back, sharing tiny poems with everyone. Have a great weekend, as you contemplate the colors and light of Rebecca's haiku.
Posted by: Mark | April 15, 2016 at 04:17 AM
Again, I find such beauty here. Happy weekend to you!
Posted by: Cathy | April 15, 2016 at 06:18 AM
May the fragile beauty of the entire world leave us breathless with wonder.
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | April 15, 2016 at 07:30 AM
I am drunk with you
Like a dizzy bee
Springtime poetry
Posted by: Deb Taylor | April 15, 2016 at 07:32 AM
On Rebecca, your photo, your writing, bless us all.
Posted by: Laura Hegfield | April 15, 2016 at 08:39 AM
Manzanita is one of my favorites. From the red bark, pink flowers in spring to the silver gray bark of an older plant. BEAUTIFUL.
Posted by: gemma | April 15, 2016 at 09:08 AM
Rebecca, your blogposts are so beautiful and the photos with it are so perfect. Your writings would make a special book. Really, you should! In this post, you make the southwest sound so wonderful and special. Of course, it is. xo
Posted by: judie | April 15, 2016 at 01:14 PM
Better late than never!
Posted by: Arnoldo L. Romero | April 18, 2016 at 04:29 PM
Late but then I did reach heare... Thanks..This is a wonderful space..
RS
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | April 20, 2016 at 10:54 PM