Brood and Honey

Last evening we felt the warmth returning
A southern wind illumined a blue sky
Bringing news of Summer

The sky was grand, 
Wisps of clouds stood before us all
And the sun broke treeline, descending
To awaken another horizon

Winds blew, sweeping the fields
The forest swayed in rhythm 
Danced their unfurling wings
To sail out beyond their winter limbs

Though the pastures grasp a drought still
Red blossoms holding 
The prayer for fruit, tightly
Awaiting more rain

It is the bees who thunder
In the bees who are making lightning
Demanding the rains

They’ve charged up each hive and frame
Queen cells being built
No more room to wait
A split I’ve made before the swarms

I’m sticking it out
Teach me your faith
Brood and honey

More and more splits made
Colonies spreading 
Like green waves in a pasture
Meeting the newest keepers
Summoning the land that is 
Still here 

And they do not wait for your
Readiness or your welcome
Your preparedness is no match

Queens are being born, now

That is true for me too
Not waiting for the heavens
Or a God to absolve me

I am here meeting the gods
Still being born
Even now

A frame in a hive 
A peanut closed with a queen inside
Threading silk
A womb of everything before us

My faith in a bee to be
To fly outside her hive
For a moment to mate

Demanding the rain
For us all to bloom 
And be kissed
A thousand more times