Taste Of Honey Poem by David Whalen

A heavenly hint
And scent…
Of blue and white clover

Mixed within the morning dew
Wrapped within
and over

With just a tweak…
Not strong nor meek
Of musky Morning Glorys

Threaded though…
with morning dew
A tasty tale of stories.

Lilies lend a heavy hand
With just…
a nose of roses

buried deep…fuzzy faces
In flowers sweet private places
Strike most ridiculous poses

That buzzy bees…
with powdered knees
tiny creatures though they be

Can take dust of pollen
From fragrant flowers
And do such amazing alchemy

Heavy wine, of bush and vine
Perfect mix…
not thick… nor runny

Beautiful blend
of sultry summer nights
And days… cloudy… and sunny

Natures nostrum…God’s delight
It seems at times…
almost funny

To brew liquid gold in waxy vats
So that young and old
Can savor… sweet taste of honey