Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Nectar In Caffeine

Precious bee, while
I stifle yawns, you secret
your sting in the morning glory.

For you sunrise is the time
of drinking nectar, buzzing wings,
and the industry of honey.

The only garden I tend
are the flowers on my coffee cup.

It will take a lot more caffeine before I attempt sweet.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 5 NaPoWriMo 2016

10 comments:

Jim said...

Love it, Susie. My flower is a Texas Bluebonnet on the side of my coffee cup also. I think I missed putting that on my post. :)
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Sanaa Rizvi said...

The only garden I tend
are the flowers on my coffee cup.

Completely and utterly... mesmerized!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Lovely........I read something cool on a greeting card the other day - "Hope is the bee who makes honey when there arent any flowers." Cool, hey?

brudberg said...

There is something so perfect in thinking of a garden in the bottom of your cup... like creating poetry more or less.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

That's lovely! And may the bees long continue, so that we may have our gardens and our coffee ... and everything else.

debispoems said...

Haha, I love that last line!!!

ava said...

I love the second stanza ... and "secret" as a verb. Beautiful work!

grapeling said...

amen. ~

Marian said...

So cute! I especially love "secret," which suggests "secrete" but isn't.
More coffee, please!

Margaret said...

Second cup, please. You will get there :)