Sunday, April 10, 2011

Here's another poem!

From the Bee Goddess:

Bee Balm [Melissa]
April 10, 2011

Do not fear the woman
Under the bees.  They cling
To me as mother.
Instead, come closer,
Brave the swarm
And poke your finger
Through the noise.
When you pull it back,
The honey will drip
Down your hand. 
Taste it.
Such sweetness
Will not touch your tongue
Again, unless you follow me
To where the jasmine
Twines around the oak,
To where daisy waves
To hyacinth, and all blossoms
Open to my touch.

Copyright 2011

1 comment:

Lela said...

For me, this poem brings back memories of my grandmother's house. I love it!