One Hive One Bee Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

One Hive One Bee



He stands there, a month
in the sun, golden alone.
No smoke to harvest, is
it has been since, none.
Honey runs, from into, air
no jar.
Bees gather the ground.
Crimson clover, turns over,
a song of wings, hurried,
pockets, blossomed with
orange, scented flowers.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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