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