Beescape

The flowers bloom along the beescape
Reds and violets and blue
They smell like summer
Sticky pollen coating our fingers
Like a paper trail
Tiny letters dripping onto the verge
We gather them up
Like poesies
Keep them in our pockets
Safely wrapped up to make tomorrow's stories
The colours are rich
Like the finest food
They fill us up
Make our heart and mind glow
The humming of the bees
Steady and constant
The swaying of the petals
Hypnotic
We are lost
Just for a moment
But what a wonderful moment it is
Perhaps there will be honey
Perhaps there will be birds
We will have to wait and see
When the sun falls
The flowers still glow
Deep inside us
Like a wish
We will visit the beescape on winter days
Keep our spirits warm
And our fingers sweet and rosy.