L'aura del Campo

A bee's lament [49]

A bee's lament

No rose blooms yet in this northern clime.
No nightengale sings a lullaby.
The first mourning cloak has winged its flight.
Why should I be forced to act my age?

Joy comes by invitation only.
It's been a long time since I've been asked.
Festivals just mark another year.
Are you surprised that I'm still here?

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.49] (19.april.2021)

for "Blogging Circle of Friends "  "Day 3074: April 19, 3021 Prompt: Rose, nightingale, butterfly, festival, and joyful."

and "Dew Drop Inn"  "act your age."

in an 8 line form (of ~9 syllables) for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT"  "surprise, bees"