Wednesday, March 18, 2015

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.

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