Introduction
Constance Hodder
Standing Perfectly Still
Standing perfectly still
in the garden, the boy
watches in wonder, bees fly
from flower to flower.
Raising his arms up high
he joins the honey bees,
buzzing between blossoms,
nose powdered yellow.
Plucking one, he raises
it to his mother’s nose,
sharing the essence
of being a bee.
After a lifetime of watching in wonder, I have plucked these poems from my garden. My poems look forward and back at the same time, a gift of being old. Some are funny, some are sad; all contain an element of truth. I raise my poems to you to share the essence of being; a path we can travel together.
Happy trails,
Connie
