.............. Now that it is nearing mid-summer, and the wild flowers are luxuriant and colourful, the insects are out in abundance.
One of my favourites is the Hover Fly, which true to its name hangs above any plant. And even when reading in the garden, often can be seen from the corner of ones eye, darting one way then the other.
The Hover Fly
One of my favourites is the Hover Fly, which true to its name hangs above any plant. And even when reading in the garden, often can be seen from the corner of ones eye, darting one way then the other.
The Hover Fly
Only when the sun shines
the
hover fly, tiger striped
waits.
Then,
friendly, in your face,
homes
in
quietly
hums and hangs
in
mid-air
static,
except
for the glimmer of wings.static,
Without
due warning freefalls
and
plummets
on
an invisible current
of
air.Crashlands on the meadowsweet
to feed.
Sue Burley
'The Hover Fly', is published in the Summer 2015
issue of 'The Dawntreader' poetry magazine.
I can feel the warmth!
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