Posted in [poetry], [witchcraft & wonder]

honey [poem]

a hundred thousand wings
beating at the air
bodies in constant motion
life distilled into liquid vitality
a golden gift
encased in soft wax and sharp stingers
the hidden nectar of flowers
protected by nature’s design
sticky sweetness
drizzled into tea as a reminder
hard work is rewarded
with the warmth of sunshine and
luscious success


bookdragon, poet, witch

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