Coombes Poems | Examples

Winter Is Not Forever

Scrape, bye ; The Calendar 
ticks with no inky point,
segments broken into
whatever minuet, or waggle
and slithers of whats left for you.
You can gaze through, 
honey coombes yellow
along a long one way troop 
of seedless sunflowers,
their low heads hung,
corroded and long Bee,d.
Winter in broken boxes
spilt, blind, even,
warm to strangers
Spring a season of
Infinite meaning, 
Based, on nothing
but the viewpoint of a Bee.

13/7/21