Polinated With Hope

“the honeycomb’s all empty, buzzing awoke memories- a queen- deep medallion and black, wings rest atop cherry trees” noontime breaks and my soul awakens to thoughts of when youth was pure- I catch a glimpse of a flying insect I recognize and she is free - (like a childhood memory) I set my eyes upon sights of wonder as mother nature bestows her marvel...and I reminisce I remember when trees withered like Autumn’s duty, and as I became older the seasons changed as quick as a storm passing yet at times slow as a drizzle my mind recalls youthful dreams, days when I was worried for no reason and anxious about everything and nothing at the same time- laughing in emerald fields at eventide under a sangria sunset; though I was sensitive, I was strong listening to the buzzing that awoke memories, remembering my youth, atop the cherry trees ~my nectar has been polinated with hope as the years pass~ 21 lines total Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest Craig Cornish September 5, 2019