Honey – a poem by Laura Vines

Honey

BEE, I’m really thinking of you
Here in this deepest winter place
Putting your sweetness in my tea.
Hmmmmmmm, I sing along with
Your wings as I slowly stir
Summer into the dark water in my mug.
Round and round, humming, sighing
Swaying in the meadows of my mind
A flower in the warm wind, waiting for
You to make love to me and
Fly away carrying a little of my sweetest
Essence, so you can turn it into food
For God and bears!

And then I sit in my chair and stare
Out at the snow, and take in all of this
In slow, savoring sips.  Warmth spreads
And deeper knowledge sinks 
Into my gut.  I feel your buzz down
Inside me, and smile, thinking how
Lovely to drink a dream of spring.
It makes winter richer, more real.  

Laura Vines is from Birmingham, Alabama but spent 11 years in Alaska, which affected her music, her poetry, and her writings tremendously. She is a teacher, performer, singer-songwriter, arranger, and multi-instrumentalist.