...Tea and Bees...
...My lip presses against a chip
in a large white mug
I've given up sugar
and whole milk again
but the orange blossom honey
takes their place
glistening gold strands
sticking to my finger
Reminds me of bees
They are coming
They celebrate the first day of Spring
Somewhere close
hidden
In dark honeycombs
Silent
Waiting
The Queen planning
the Rest of Her Life
Blessed bees...
bringing us the thick gold love
that permeates our lives
(and our tea) with healing...