Nature spins sunlight to sugar.
Illumination is honey.
Where pollinators labor,
Blossom ripens to fruit.
Why number the wild blueberries,
When poppies and lupines are blooming?
While you count them, they’re going to seed.
Rather linger awhile in the long summer sunshine,
and be content to leave your petals uncounted.
This poem first appeared in Gospel of the Flowers (2019).
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Fred Pierre loves to perform spoken word. He’s part of the Last Exit Poets and he’s performed hundreds of poems at bookstores and art galleries. He focuses on meter and vocabulary in his poetry, working hard to craft the precise meaning and rhythm.
