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.