She buzzes and hums,

    flits from plum to plum.

Darts through the air

    without even a care.

Stops at blossomed trees,

    and much like fairies

Kisses the spring florets

    seems to never quit.

When she's done

    departs under the sun

To seek out another orchard

    far from my backyard.

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• Date written: April 24, 2017 • Word Count: 49 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 1 •