nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

bees in our goldenrod

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At our cabin, we often watch birds from the front window. This time of year, the goldenrods grow along the front of the cabin and we are able to watch the honey bees working to gather nectar for the hive.  I imagine the bees have come to us from a group of commercial hives not far from our camp. I remember when my dad kept bees and I always admired his ability to remain calm as he tended the hives.

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how to collect honey

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Honeysuckle and amber

coil from the spoon

tangle light

For this

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you charm a bee

to crawl, hexagonal

on human skin

unalarmed

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Adrenalin fear

hidden by the scent

of cherry blossom

and pear

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Published in my book of poetry ‘within easy reach’, Chapel Street Editions, 2016.

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Copyright 2017 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

September 4, 2017 at 7:08 am

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