An Invisible Disorder

Your yellow petals shine with amber glow, And glisten in the cool autumnal breeze; Yet whilst I love the golden arcs you throw, It is

The Bees’ Scented Secrets

The bees effervescently Secreted sweet scents. They smelt smelly feet Then went wherever The sweetest smells went. They neglected the less Sweet smells, Seeded the

Twisted Love

Emerging from my host now fully grown, I test my twisted wings on freedom short; Then start my search for your sweet pheromone, And spy

The Pollen Thieves

The nightshade is a plant locked in a war, They keep their pollen under lock and key From pollen thieves who try to hit their