Friday, January 21, 2011

Small Stone #21 (aros) Green Tea with Acacia Honey.

Gets me thinking 
about bees 
industriously flitting 
from bud to bud 
among the thorns 
to collect the nectar, 
to take to the hive, 
to seal it in geometric cells 

from which it is later 
packaged and 
shipped to a store 

where I blithely buy it
and store it in a cupboard
so that on a random, 
cold, and snowy
day in late January
I can taste 
the sweet promises  
of summers past
and yet to come


  1. January is really bringing out your inner poet! Keep it up!

  2. Or it maybe the interesting conjunction of unemployment and the River of Small Stones. Thanks.


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