Gold dusters

Bright colours, sweet scents, beauty of Mother earth

Living works of art,  giving of all their worth

Powdery pollen among velvety petals

Wafting sweet odours that floats then settles

With the sun blazing down, nectar in the air 

This fusion of dust is nature`s golden prayer

The sounds of Mother love in her prime

As new creation is a moment in time

From vivid butterflies to striped bumble bees

That visit these flowers in the gentle breeze

Where the pollinators duties is fulfilled

For Mother nature`s wonderfully skilled

So as new beginnings start to take hold

There`ll be new colours and scents to behold!!

© Lis Bull 2013                

29th December 2013