Saturday, July 12, 2025

The Birth of the Quince

 

A mad hornet once met a sweet humble bee.

They made love. They made honey.

They swirled through the orchards

And danced on the flowers.

The apple and pear trees grew drowsy

From their blissful buzzing and

Scrambling soft feet.

The blossoms grew drunk

From their own wild nectar.

The orchard rejoiced in the hornet-mad honey.

Shelia

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