Dreaming of honeycombs to share
With her small cubs, a mother bear
Sleeps in a snug and snowy lair.
Bees in the drowsy, drifted hive
Sip hoarded honey to survive
Until the flowers com alive.
Sleeping beneath the deep snow
Seeds of honeyed flowers know
When it is time to wake and grow.
This poem is by Harry Behn, not me. I just can't figure out how to mention the name
This is not my poem, this is by Harry Behn. I just can't figure out how to get the name in the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am doing this poem in class.