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