In Praise of Honey

 

the lustre of hidden labour

enlivens the hive—

 

hexagons filled with gold

house hints of glory

 

a devoted tribe

anticipates its Queen

waking

 

now slumbering, incarnating

patience

 

majesty inert

is silent

 

with faith transparent

they continue

to store honey

knowing

 

she will rise

 

and they will

be found ready,

supplied

within the hidden hive

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