Saturday, July 14, 2012

Behives At My Front and Back Doors

It hits all of a sudden,
It swoops in sideways, at odd angles,
In the shift of orientation,
The whole world can change...
Beehives at my front and back doors,
Safeguarding the home of my heart:
while making white combs and golden honeys
from my past mistakes,
Life is a mixture of terror
and experiments,
You grow wings
after trials of failing and walking...