Wednesday, September 25, 2019
The Season of Gathering Honey
It is the season of gathering honey:
thick and golden, sunlight in a jar,
to brighten grey winter
toast-scented mornings.
Most of us are worker bees,
rising tired and early,
moving through the day
like well-trained dogs
who once dreamed
of being lions.
We grasp our small pleasures:
times of rest, plates of food,
an amber stream of sweetness
poured into our tea
and on top of our toast.
We sip the industry of
a thousand small striped
buzzing workers,
who move from flower to hive
in perfect fulfillment
of their purpose
in being alive.
for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Bee / Honey
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"...well-trained dogs
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of being lions."...Aah... the lines stirred my soul. Every word is a honey-drop with a sigh. So beautiful Sherry!
liked the image of worker bees enjoying the work of bees :D
ReplyDeleteIt is a magnificent industry.
ReplyDeleteHow short the life of a bee! How long their sweetness lingers!
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ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! Such great imagery.
ReplyDeleteI csn always tell when my bees have been hanging around a meon patch. It is so interesting the different tastes and scents honey gets. Good imagery in this sherry!
ReplyDeleteOh this is absolutely gorgeous, Sherry!!❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI am a tired worker bee rising early, returning late.
ReplyDeleteSadly humans don't see the world as this beautiful planet with each species playing their part to maintain a viable existence. We instead see it as an opportunity to profit from greed and destruction whilst investing in a doubtful future so few of us will see. Lets hope there will be a few more Greta Thunbergs to save the planet even if we don't make it.
ReplyDeleteYour opening lines have brightened up this dreary morning, Sherry – thank you for the sunlight in a jar! I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘an amber stream of sweetness
poured into our tea
and on top of our toast.’ –
I was very naughty this morning and had honey and peanut butter on toast!
Beautiful ... yet quite thought-provoking too.
ReplyDeleteI hope we always find those sweet moments of the day
ReplyDeleteA wonderful evocation of small pleasure and, at least in my reading, a subtle sting in the tail regarding enjoying pleasures built on the labors of others.
ReplyDeleteIn a way humans can manipulate to get at some of life's goodness making it possible to do so
ReplyDeleteHank
Hank
How aptly and beautifully you have described the plight of these hard-working insects in your own inimitable style. Love this poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Sherry. Such a gentle poem. We have to keep grasping those small pleasures, remembering the bee!!
ReplyDeleteBusy bees, those worker ones. "their purpose in being alive" wraps it up good, Sherry.
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Most of us are worker bees, but cannot produce that sweet flowing honey.
ReplyDelete...who once dreamed of being lions ... and now we are content with the smell of our toast. (It IS an awesome smell - and I love the sound of my knife spreading the (peanut) butter and jelly over its surface.
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