my own river of stones

purpose

Industrious bees going about their sweet business

symbolism

purity
chastity
death
perfume
fleur de Lys
drops of Hera's milk

Heart lifter

words are superfluous
eyes take in the perfection
ears hear the bees in the blossom
nose smells delicious almond

ripples

the slender beak pierces the surface

concentric rings overlap

disturbing reflections

Luscious chestnut

bursting with promise
fresh and plump
sticky buds of the chestnut
abundance

painting skies

how to capture the transitory cloud?
with vigour and a light heart
and a loaded brush
or make it up