One lone honeybee, wings dancing in flight; circling
a small patch of clover with its senses all a buzz.
Signaling the distance and source of the precious sweet nectar,
it communicates with the colony, where the Queen snug in her hive,
anxiously awaits the news of such discovery and the new birth
of her many Drones. Outside the waxy walls of the kingdom;
Winter dies slowly as both the sound and scent of Spring arrive…
2008 © T Sheridan
Thsi one really put a 'Spring' in my step. (sorry) . Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spring? ? ? ? ? You have Spring? ? ? ? ? ? We have snow...snow...and more snow! ! ! ! Hugs, Dee