A Winter Bee Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

some-one let the drawer-bridge down
in winter and the honey-bee
with empty sacks came furtively

of honeyed dreams as he crossed the moat
his sunkist tongue in welcome throat

but ivy-buds were all he found
and daisy-heads pressed close the ground

as the shaft of sunlight fractured lay
and only the crows sang a roundelay

his plight was observed on amber screens
by drones in their cells and a somnolent queen

in summer bees wax in winter they wane
and some get their buzz whose flights are insane