Bumblebees

So this morning I made an expedition to gather more photos.  Headed over to Prospect Terrace, where Stubborn Grew begins.  Here's the first stanza again :

Time flowers on the lips of whispered clay.

A spring breeze flows through the branches on the terrace. 

The city below flutters and flaps, roars

and drones like a resurrected bumblebee. 

And what did I find at the Terrace?  A flowering tree right next to the Roger Williams monument, swarming with bumblebees.