Length: 101
Rating: Gen
Form: English Sonnet
Author's Note: I have taken the playwright’s advice to ‘go to the bee, then poet, consider her ways and be wise’ in my recent plunder of Mister Holmes’s burgeoning library on apiology. Here, the humble fruit of my labour, for your enjoyment.
In spring, the hive awakes from winter’s sleep
Abuzz, alive, aburst with vigour, vim.
A ceaseless litany of tasks to keep
the thriving clan astir ‘til daylight’s dim.
From waggling dances, news of nectar sweet
unleashes swarms of hunting parties bold
who forage gleefully in summer’s heat.
The tender-tended combs soon brim with gold.
In autumn, waning light bids toil to slow
Last nectar sip, last pollen-heavy load
The hive, though thinned, is bright with honey-glow
That welcomes home when autumn’s chill does goad.
The winter cluster thrums as one ‘round queen
To share warmth, the harvest, and, of spring, dream.
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Date: 2016-07-29 04:25 pm (UTC)A sonnet about the bees. I am totally impressed.
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Date: 2016-07-29 10:09 pm (UTC)Particularly liked tender tended
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Date: 2016-07-29 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-30 03:35 am (UTC)Inky really does have the knack for a neat line.
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