Amongst The Bees. Poem by Michael Cochrane

I sit listening to the bees buzzing, visiting each flower collecting the netctar in the month of May. Thoughts drift of spring days in my childhood memory, of fields of bluebells and buttercups. Such bliss was discovered by innocent hands carefully cupping nature in its delicate creation. Watching birds build nests on high oaks, the scent of beauty was all around me. The touch of God in my heart and soul. Michael Cochrane © 2023