This is an old poem from a while back (circa 2010) Found it again the other day, and feel its such a perfect poem for the change of season. It is also somehow about my mother, and maybe all mothers. Anyways, it’s a poem thats vey near & dear to me.
Honeybee in Winter
Autumn
My fingernails wept the loss
of the soft ground: the frost
left calloused bumps in the soil,
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