A Spoon of Honey

Enriched and golden: sunlight stored then refined
And oh so sweetly true: the tail of toil and time;
A collective’s inspiring journey to my eyes and to my taste
Caught-up in busy flitting from place to place

So swiftly gathered, came the hedgerows and the meadow
Then tireless in the darkness: so with whispers did come the honey’s glow
And now what pure delight sits glistening, amid winter’s gelid gloom,
With summer’s amber memories settling on my spoon.

©  Christopher Harrison 2009