Salvaged

A Sonnet Finally Completed... and a Haiku

I have been so busy writing copy for the small Etsy shop I share with my sister that I have struggled to find time for writing poetry. But in the welter of Stuff on my computer I recently found this sonnet, never published because I was never quite happy with it. I’ve now revised it to my own satisfaction at any rate, so here is the completed version… a glimpse of blooms and bees from last spring!

Spring Gold

These are the days of splendour, when the sun
Drips gold upon the thousand little trees
To bloom, to sing with samite wings of bees–
Themselves in gold-brushed garb–on flowers spun
Of white-gold filaments, or others dun
Beneath their shadowed leaves, while in the breeze
Bright-polished orbs are bobbing–each of these
Above their rapier thorns.  Stars have begun
To cluster all across the midday blue
In brightest gold amid new lace of green–
A treasury for all the bees that brew
So briefly all their sweetest honey.  Queen
And comb and pollen, blooms of sun’s own hue:
Bright are these moments all too briefly seen.

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And just last night I took some time to watch the stars…

Far away
at my fingertips
stars beckon

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