These days

these days, birdbath, bees, poetry, nature, steven humphreys

It is hot

these days

and the bees

are thirsty

they drink

from my birdbath

they take their time

they drink of it deeply

I stand over them

and watch

like a friendly approving giant

(haven’t yet seen what the birds

do when they want their bath

and their drink)

I fill the bath daily

to the brim

when scattered

bees are lined up

around the perimeter

and drink

I slow the flow

of the hose

as to not

disturb them

they have their

own intelligence

and don’t attack

they may fly about me

but they go back

and drink again

I wash the bath out


when there are no bees

in early morning

when the air is still cold

at that time

there are no bees

they must

be back in their hive

doing what bees do

I love my bees

I love my birds

these days

in the heat of day

it evaporates

lowering its level

my birdbath is always


full of water


love of nature

fills my heart

throughout my




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