Honey

The Sun blooms in a field of flowers

Busy bees weaving about in the rainbow of hues

Sweet nectar drip slowly from humming's breaks

Wind whispering though strong branches

Forming melodies of candied notes

And when the sun hides in the night skies

My chest hollows with the fading light

My syrup tears, thick with buried sadness

Lapped up by internal beasts

As I hope for another glimpse of happiness

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful description led the reader to the hope for some sort of happiness. I like how you used nature to make the emotion come alive in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote