Monday, August 9, 2010

A Connoisseur

A Connoisseur

The bee flitted from
bloom to bloom, instinctively
knowing where to taste.


The "Boyd Hill Rose" that stands beside our front sidewalk was given to Anne by the Women's Ministry of Boyd Hill Baptist Church in appreciation for an inspirational message she gave at a gathering last year.

OSI PromptClick here or on the graphic at the left for more impressions.

7 comments:

Amity said...

wow...so simple and sweet..:)

i like this take, bees as connoisseur of nectar....

thanks for taking part in my prompt this week...:)

Ramesh Sood said...

My God, this is brilliant! Simply superb..how would I love to be such a butterfly..and hey won't mind to be a flower too waiting for such a connoisseur..

Ruth said...

oh yes, that's the sign of a true connoisseur, all right - knowing [exactly] where to taste

well done!

gautami tripathy said...

good one!


musty scent of love

Sandra (if) said...

I love this!

The Write Girl said...

Certainly the bee is a connoisseur of the beautiful flowers of nature.

Loch Rob said...

Bee-utiful. Your short poem was full of visual imagery. Nice!