summer sonnet
~
spring poems, buzzing bees,
fill the heart and page with hope,
and rightly so, and now
that spring has turned to summer,
and with summer summer heat,
where are the poems of hope?
here we are, settled in, already
the days are growing shorter,
the heady brew of spring become
the steamy froth of work,
the kind that comes day by day,
with its rewards, true enough,
and its hardships, true enough,
and the bees' knees are thick with pollen.
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-06-30 at 16:11
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