SPEAKING TO BEES

Like honey to my lips
The music tastes so sweet
And seeing brightly lit notes
In the air carried by the breeze
I hear the color of your tones
That touch the texture of your words
With the music we make
In the tall, soft green grass
Beneath the Great Oak
That speaks of honey to the bees.

by Rachel Blow

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THE WILLOW

The Willow, she calls me, softly and sweet
Leading me away from my own defeat
She sways in the wind, but does not break
Unlike the bones inside me that do rake
Calling me gently to seek sweet rebirth
Under the boughs of her great swaying girth
The Willow she calls me, mournful and low
For tears that are shed from the young girl below.

By Rachel Blow

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Rachel Blow is a 39 year old wife and mother living in Charlotte County for the last thirteen years; originally from the Upper Pennicula of Michigan.  Working full time she has been going to college at night to obtain her AA Degree and will graduating this May.  Rachel has been writing poetry since she was a teen and plans to go on to get her Bachelors Degree in Library Sciences.  "Writing is a passion for me.  I wake in the middle of the night and have to put pen to paper."