©2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Jaunty plumes of glad July
Beckon to bees passing by-
“Hello! Hello! Come and see
What garden pleasures there may be.”
Crickets chirp an invitation –
“There is nectar here for your libation.
Colours there are to entice your eye,
Brilliant hues and perfumes to try.
Come once, come twice. Pause for a sip.
It’s worth your time to make the trip.”
Pansies curtsy as breezes play
And rare is the bee that stays away.