I have a favorite shirt
That has a little tear,
And when my husband saw it,
He said, “What happened there?” 

The shirt is blue and wrinkly,
Two buttons broke in half;
I don’t know how the tear occurred,
Or if I’ll sew it back.

Not long ago and before the colder weather came, I sat in a chair in the sun and watched a bee landing again and again on the yellow mum nearest me. I could almost hear the bee’s purring buzz as it hunted for nectar. I began a poem in my head…