There is a beekeeper in me.
I wallow in time with
ebony and aureate sprites.Begins a distant murmur,
then a brazen flirtation
as I ransack first fruits from
stems bent in honor of
summer’s engagement.I have no reason to fear,
in holy union I still myself,
wings brush by, alight,
then return to job at hand.I fall victim of honeyed wax
rich with sweetness,
almost unbearable
under harvest sun,
citrine nectar drips
through my wanton fingers.I am a beekeeper’s
granddaughter, bold in my
passion for garden, bee,
and Keeper, all oned
in awe of bounty exuberant.
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Harvest
The generosity of earth unfolds,
opens wide its arms,
as summer days fade into chill.Harvest wealth tumbles from luscious
vines and stoic stems.
Trees pregnant with bounty
bow in offering.Cicada song my lullaby.
The gracious earth
does not demand
but freely gives itself to me.Oh, Holy Mother,
Creator Exuberant,
I revel in being your child blessed.