Today’s post comes in hurry, as I’ve spent my time attempting to bring this sonnet into its final form. But I recently wrote about the acacias featured in this poem. You can read more about them and see my photographs of them (and the bees) here:
Now for the sonnet!
Acacias in Bloom
Acacia scent hangs heavy in the air,
No matter if it be the day or night.
…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to From the Mountains of the Sun to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.