Last year I smiled at the honeybees
as they went about their work,
all buzz and hover
along a wall of sweetness.
This year I stare at lonely blossoms
on a silent sun strewn wall
and try to convince myself
that they will come back.
Last year I smiled at the honeybees
as they went about their work,
all buzz and hover
along a wall of sweetness.
This year I stare at lonely blossoms
on a silent sun strewn wall
and try to convince myself
that they will come back.