Each Wednesday I post a photo that appeals to my poetic senses. I invite you to join me in writing a small poem, poem of presence, in the comments and support other writers with encouragement.
Today’s photo is by a local retired teacher photographer Lory Landry. We do not live in the Bluebonnet state of Texas; however, we have a neighbor who has successfully planted bluebonnets in a ditch near the road. I’m tempted every year to stop and romp through the flowers. It appears that Lory did just that and took her camera along. It takes a steady hand and skills to capture a busy bee.
Starburst blooms bluest
blue, gathers spring energy
buzz-bee sips sweet dewMargaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
so pretty. I love bluest-blue. They are inspiring.
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When icy mounds
refuse to disapear,
and temperatures drag race
up and down the thermometer,
I dream of bluebonnets
and search the barren plots of dirt
for signs of Spring.
Diane, I’m looking out the window at a snow-covered yard and flowerbeds, so your poem is spot on for this time of year. The temperatures drag racing up and down is such a fitting analogy for March weather.
May this year bring a
wave, a wave of bluebonnets
A hope tsunami
Margaret, the sounds in your poem are so sweet and remind me of that bee.
There once was a bee in a bonnet
that had so much nectar on it,
it drank with delight,
and buzzed out of sight,
streaking to the next bloom like a comet.
Ok, this is a little cheesy but “bee in a bonnet” had such rhythm, I couldn’t get a limerick out of my head.
Having lived in Texas, I can confirm that there is nothing more beautiful than a field of bluebonnents… well, except for fields of tulips in Oregon. The enjambment of your lines made me pause and read your poem again. It works well.