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—