When a bee dies for the last fall flower, a poet makes his flight home. (and the other way around) . [ 881 ] Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related A Soldier Comes to Terms Chance and the Rain Categories: New Poems & PiecesTags: Aging, Bees, Death, Destiny, Fall, Flight, Flowers, Haiku, Poems, Poetry
