Honey Waters

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Summer pours into us like reckoning.
Drizzling honey leaks
into our pleading mouths.
The beehive hangs over the river
and we flock to the stream like
our insides have been touched by
desert land.
Honey waters whisper.
Voices rich in velour,
as if draping soaked dresses
over our parched skin.
The chime of the church bell
in the distance
sends love shivering through me.
Sounds of candied maple.
Next, we sing the praises of autumn.

This piece was published by Nymphs Publications. 

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