Wednesday, June 17, 2015

As I Am Taken Out

I thought I held together
My microcosmic world—
Thought Peace was all that mattered
To make us each feel Whole—

I held up sprightly flowers
To link them with the bees.
Perhaps I was the Nectar—
That tryst necessity.

But Harken—leaves a rustling—
Wind warns untimely Frost—
Will these bright bees keep buzzing—
Or will my Springtime—lapse—

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