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This is a poem about the very end of summer when it is turning into autumn. Sitting in an old Victorian garden on a peaceful evening, there was just this one bee left, so he could be heard very clearly. The roses were becoming tatty and faded, but he was still trying to the last... It seemed both melancholy but sweet and beautiful too - this symbiotic relationship of bees and flowers in the last golden light of summer.

The Mourning Bumblebee

Gillian_ferguson_photo_high_resby Gillian K Ferguson02 Jul 2013

The bumblebee mourns
among a graveyard of roses
he has loved all summer long.

His murmuring humsong
of pollen, sun and honey:
a wee bagpipe lament.