Spring has sprung

and so

spring has sprung by the back fence,

and along the hedge, next to the house

and across the neighborhood.

a sprinkling of pollen invites the bees

awakening from their rest, they wobble

unsteadily emerging from hollow sticks,

a bee box screwed to the east facing post.  

the sun has warmed them

and us, a black dog basking in the sun,

a tall glass of beer, a bottle of red wine,

a loaf of bread and a wedge of Brie,

we'll drink and eat to the sun and 

the summer, not far behind.