The Windfall
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
to far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive of hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which is weeping sap from the leaves.
Feb 2011 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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