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Flowers sing to bees,
who gather the last pollen.
A circle closes.
who gather the last pollen.
A circle closes.
Some blogs I follow have excellent photos of bees and butterflies visiting zinnias and other flowers. The pollinators where I live usually move too fast for me. (They seem to start each foraging trip with triple espressos.) I just admire the local zinnias and their visitors as I walk slowly past them, without taking photos. One day late in the 2026 zinnia season, my muse interrupted my walk when she whispered, “Pull your phone out.” I complied while replying, “No post without a poem.” She smirked and winked.
Mellow Curmudgeon 
Well spotted bees and beautiful zinnias. It is good to listen to the Muse.
I can well relate to your point about the bees zipping around too fast to capture a good image. Wonderful reminder in your poem re: the circle of life. Great share. Thank you.
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